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I dress in black to a funeral to mourn someone that i used to know and linger let her haunt me like a mantra   her former skin her former bones   her former heart her former mind her former strength her former spectra   funny how i am the ghost the pale phantom in her mirrored image standing over my former self.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
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I dress in black to a funeral to mourn someone that i used to know and linger let her haunt me like a mantra   her former skin her former bones   her former heart her former mind her former strength her former spectra   funny how i am the ghost the pale phantom in her mirrored image standing over my former self.
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
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