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Jun 2013
each night 
the ghosts dance out

from underneath the streetlights

and greet my slumber like an old friend,

filling my dreams with

thoughts
.
they persistantly tell me,

one day,

you will forget about me,

but i’ll never forget you;
and 
one day,

i’ll be like them,

a ghost consuming happy thoughts.
Esmé van Aerden
Written by
Esmé van Aerden  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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