She dusts the corners, steadfast
Leaving it all behind
She clears the cobwebs, stringent
Burns the visions, unkind
She cuts her losses, merciless
Chars the memories in her head
She clears the spaces, demonical
Puts the stinging memories to bed
She chides the ghosts, haunting
Covers her scars with smiles
She fills the voids, stretching
With stories that stretch for miles
But as she fumigates, fervently
She realizes, quite aghast
That your drastic attempts are a weak ploy
To escape the vapours of the past.
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