The school
We were the ghosts,
That haunt the place
In every crook and hiding,
All marked with usOur days were there
A past we used to ignore
Now a reality we wish to go back.
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PoetryHere's Some random poems. Enjoy! All covers and photos taken from pinterest.
The School
The school
We were the ghosts,
That haunt the place
In every crook and hiding,
All marked with usOur days were there
A past we used to ignore
Now a reality we wish to go back.