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Nov 2019
So ghostly.
Always running away.
You got nothing to say?
So ghostly.
So alive for the ‘gram,
But you’re cold in my hand.
So ghostly.
You fade in and out,
Are you having doubts?
So ghostly.
So, isn’t this real?
How could you feel
So ghostly?

Hold on to my love,
Hold on to it love.
Give it more time to be a little bit stronger.
Words go in and out her ears.
She would rather disappear.
Cardboard-Jones
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Cardboard-Jones  M
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   ilo and Bogdan Dragos
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