The ghosts.

The past is dead,

bury its skeletons in a

wardrobe you’ll never touch,

burn it if you’d like,

and when you’re done,

you’re done,

don’t look back,

and never invite the ghost

into your home,

don’t make space for it in

your bedroom,

and don’t you give it your adorable

velvet cushion,

it’ll crush it like it crushed your


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