This town is running out of its second chances
There’s too many people and they’re all praying for a miracle
The same miracle.
And you, you’re a thief
If you collect enough stories, you’ll last all your bed times
Yet of all the ghost that rock this stead
You’ll be the only undead
And not with a single tale
That’s yours to tell.
– Momina Arif
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