She sneaks in undetected,
turns off the light
and turns on the lamps;
then like a ghost she is gone.
My sanity is fleeting with every flicker.
Questioning myself,
once, twice.
What ghost was here?
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
She sneaks in undetected,
turns off the light
and turns on the lamps;
then like a ghost she is gone.
My sanity is fleeting with every flicker.
Questioning myself,
once, twice.
What ghost was here?
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