《graveyard girl, a collection》bones are dry

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There are so many secrets in this house,

There is no room to put anything else.

The china plates cut against one another,

The stories on the shelves cannot pick themselves apart –

Their mischief, the way that they steal my breath away,

Like a thief in the night.

The way they hold me tight,

Tighter, until I forget why I am swimming

Even when my bones are dry.

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