I write poetry at night
hiding behind shadows
and ink out emotions upon paper.
I will relive my memories
in clock ticks and quiet resilience.
Ghosts only come out at dusk
and the gravestones upon my tongue
linger in a cemetery of topics.
I grave rob my pain
to find poems
then pin them delicately online each time.
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