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My body is hallowed ground,
Claimed and coveted by others,
Prayers do nothing in place of an exorcism.
I bar myself in with wrought iron,
And salt my skin with tears,
I smoke out the memories one haze for another.
I try to burn the bones,
And sear the earth,
Banish the ghosts that haunt me.
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