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Dec 2019
The ghost you left behind.
I shiver when I feel your ghost trail behind me,
No point turning around, you won’t be there.
I hold you shiver as long as It will last,
Too short. Not enough time to free you, and your ghost.
Written by
Lauren Butler  18/F/UK
(18/F/UK)   
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   Carlo C Gomez and Sekhar
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