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Ghost Syllable

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Poetry by Ghost Syllable

There is a room in me nobody visits anymore. The door is still there—I painted over it once, but doors remember themselves.

The tide comes in regardless. It doesn't ask if you're ready.

The car is the only room that moves while you fall apart.