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Jun 2016
We're looking at the mirrors
and calling ourselves the ghosts
of our pasts.

We can take these lies
and make it our own story.

I'm a ghost of your love
and how scared are you right now
that I can touch you
and you can still
feel it?
Written by
Etude  Thirsk
(Thirsk)   
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