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The cool air ushers in the first instances of the approaching season. And yet I only shudder at the thought of you. As I walk amongst the leaves a gust of wind, intuition, brings the stain of your memory to my mind. Perhaps it was just your ghost I felt move through me like electricity only to exit as quickly as you first appeared. And yet it still remained a painful reminder of the way in which you broke me.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
Ghost
The cool air ushers in the first instances of the approaching season. And yet I only shudder at the thought of you. As I walk amongst the leaves a gust of wind, intuition, brings the stain of your memory to my mind. Perhaps it was just your ghost I felt move through me like electricity only to exit as quickly as you first appeared. And yet it still remained a painful reminder of the way in which you broke me.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
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