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Oct 2019
Ghost whispering in my mind,
Before the words i stand
Some are cought up in my spine
Tilting my head just a little bit,
somehow seeing them, the unthought thoughts in my mind
Recognizing the style
As if I just waited just a little they would’ve been mine
They looked shallow, much less sweet than the words I spoke
EBTI
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EBTI  Riyadh
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