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Sep 2015
My mind is a                ghost house,
Haunted by souls still trying t
   still here
o be found.
Some live
       mere vapours
still here
Exhale, then die, and resurrect in technicolour,
Only to expire


Like candles in an unexpected breeze.
The windows were left open

In the dark, the spectres
Amanda In Scarlet
Written by
Amanda In Scarlet  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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