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I dream of ghosts, But the nighttime mends me. In the morning, sunlight casts the shadows back under the bed. Yet what do I do with the ones in my head?
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
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I dream of ghosts, But the nighttime mends me. In the morning, sunlight casts the shadows back under the bed. Yet what do I do with the ones in my head?
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
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