There are ghosts inside of me
who I was at seven
and seventeen
parts of them cling to me like dust
but never quiet the same
six feet deep in this thing that used to be called trust
they tried hard to stay
but the days passed on, leaving them mangled and crushed
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Cambria Covell is the prize winning author of Royals and Rebels: The Series, The Endless Series, The Dragon Queen, and Her Billionaire Vigilante. She writes for the digital publisher platform, Dreame.
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