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May 2013
We're all just wandering ghosts,
weaving our way through the walls of our hearts
and the doorways of our mind,
trying to find the remains of our shattered dreams
and lost hopes.
Well some dreams can sewn back together
with the needle of our spirits,
others are already buried and dead
in the cemetery of our souls.
Nora Grace
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