Ghost girl
A ghost of a girl still remains,
in a family photo with a broken frame.
Tattered skin, fake smiles,
a bleeding soul that could run for miles.
Long sleeves, baggy clothes,
an insignificant glitch in a world of clones.
Small tears, eyes over-glazed,
it won't be long before she fades.
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