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Ghosts.

Who is this ghost in the corner of my eye?

I've seen that ambiguous shape before.

Was it in a nightmare?

Or from a repressed memory?

I can't shake this feeling that I've seen this ghost before..

I want to meet this ghost..

But I'm worried of what secrets the ghost holds.

It's concealed itself in the dark abyss..

This dark abyss is beckoning to me..

It feels so warm against my skin..

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Written by
kingafroninjaa
American
Published
Nov 17, 2011
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Ghosts of my pasts.

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