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I think
sometimes
I bring you up
in conversations
just so my lips
can form your name
You live in my head
Not under my bed

All of the things I didn't do
Manifests into you

Look into my hollow eyes
You will see a ghostly surprise

All and all
After fall
I should not feel a thing
At all

— The End —