Dec 2014
I am haunted.
Empty hands.
Chapped lips.
Lonely bed.
Cold home.
Cold heart.
Your absence still lingers.
Why are you my poltergeist?
Empty hands.
Chapped lips.
Lonely bed.
Cold home.
Cold heart.
Your absence still lingers.
Why are you my poltergeist?
(United Kingdom)
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