GHOSTLY FESTIVAL
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mom took us to the festival. funnel cake, ferris wheels, and crispy corn dogs lined with ketchup. she smiled for the first time since you've been gone.
enchanting.
i know you were with me. i felt you hold my hand through the crowded street, and heard you laugh when mom missed the last pin.
you follow me everywhere.
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BOTTLED STARDUST
Poetryೃ⁀➷ poetry/prose from the viewpoint of a mournful heart ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ➤ story contains content relating to grieving and loss. thank you for reading ♡ 🏅#15 in poetry
