I saw a ghost in the wall
captured in the brick and the
paint and his name
written in graffiti scrawl.
I hadn't seen him in a long time,
and most of the ghosts
have become whispers
as people forget them.
It was a hall of ghosts
on the back wall by an
alley, pointing the way
for me to dream or dare.
captured in the brick and the
paint and his name
written in graffiti scrawl.
I hadn't seen him in a long time,
and most of the ghosts
have become whispers
as people forget them.
It was a hall of ghosts
on the back wall by an
alley, pointing the way
for me to dream or dare.
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