Ghost Town

ElenaGrace

If I were to let you into my heart

You would find yourself in a labyrinth of dusty roads

And shuttered windows

Tables set with still piping hot meals,

despite having been abandoned so long ago,

serve as a monument to what used to be

Past citizens have long since evacuated

But perhaps if you're lucky

Youll come across a skeleton or two

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