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Feb 2016
maybe it was a broken dream
maybe it was my imagination
but I swear I saw a ghost
flittering in the woods with matches
and maybe the feeling
was just a mirage
this lingering feeling
that clings onto you
of loss and regret
and disconnection
and wishful hoping
that whomever reads this
would accept my invite.
Chloe Potter
Written by
Chloe Potter  Temmie Village
(Temmie Village)   
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