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Jun 2020
If time is a straight line.
Every time I look behind -
I see her.
Mirage -
Rub my eyes -
I think it's more hallucinations in my head instead.
Squawking, talking -
Awake in bed.
The voices whisper -
She is dead.
Written by
Little ghost
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