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Jul 2016
I swore I saw you last night
Standing over my bed.

The ghost of your presence
Haunts my every move.

With the bottles of ***
Empty around my bed
I try to forget.
Every vision a nightmare.

And every nightmare closer to the truth.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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