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I am a Ghost.

Last night you were in my dream, and I was a ghost.

and now I contemplate on another dose.

I can still hear your voice ringing in my head

and what I wouldn't give to have you sing to me again...

You broke my heart completely by accident

because our last meeting was far too passionate.

I can feel the room spinning as I close my eyes

and I'm lying here wishing we'd had better goodbyes.

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brianna-sutterfield
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Published
Sep 11, 2012
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