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I have these ghosts haunting the corridors of my mind When I focus hard enough I swear I can still hear expired words And see them turn corners they once had with permanent smiles.

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American

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Written by

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American

Published: Apr 1, 2015
LinesWords: 434

Tags: #memories #bittersweet

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