Ghost Town


This city is made of ghosts
The ones living - are bereft of life
Men and women 
are awaiting death,
And living on borrowed breath

In this town,
The ghosts have riches, aplenty
But to share, they've nobody
If you see closely, 
they look hollow too
For their figurine is
Breathes deceit, old and new

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