Blackout Poetry!

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Last night,

the old, half-made ghosts

wove through people.

On a broken beginning,

he rested lightly on a tombstone,

with the thing that crept beneath it.

He might never feel alone.

The first page from Victoria Schwab’s book; Vicious.

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