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Aug 2017
we all live as
ghosts
of our former selves
haunting the fringes
of minds that at one time
could think of nothing else
other than
us
and how well we
all mixed together before we all
flew apart
it's like being dead
when you are no longer
remembered by loved ones
ghosts walk the earth
and they are you
and they are me
Zachary William
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Zachary William  26/Texas
(26/Texas)   
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