Mar 2016
Its not a mirage
Just a memory
Of a face
That I see in the place
It used to be
This is a phantom
A troubled ghost
This house is haunted
The house where we used to live
Where I live alone
Just a memory
Of a face
That I see in the place
It used to be
This is a phantom
A troubled ghost
This house is haunted
The house where we used to live
Where I live alone
(charlotte NC)
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