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July 29, 2012
By amyk183 BRONZE, Southold, New York
amyk183 BRONZE, Southold, New York
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All at once the ghosts came back,
drifting through her skull
and slipping down her throat.
They prevented her from getting out
of bed by whispering her ugly
secrets.
They tore apart the delicate stitching that
held her together oh so tightly,
and hid her needle and spool.
They filled the vacant voids of her memory,
and burrowed deep in the crevices of her mind.



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