Ghosts on Main Street

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There are so many ghosts on Main Street.

Ghosts of dreams that passed away long ago.

Digging deep through the cobwebs of my mind

I think about the days spent with you.

You reading Sylvia Plath

and me trying to find salvation any way I could.



There are so many ghosts in this town.

Ghosts that seem to call out to me.

It's unknown to me whether they're taunting me,

reminiscing, or calling me to join them.

Sometimes just driving past a streetlight

can cause a flood of memories.



There are so many ghosts on main street.

But sometimes I need to feel them.

Sometimes I travel out of my way

just to go down Main Street.

Maybe I'm still trying to find salvation any way I can.

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