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Jul 2020
you dropped my hand, walked away, never said a word, heartless, ghosted, in a land of the living, as a rising sun, in a cloudless sky, dried my soul, barren, without child, aged out of hope, forlorn, the bus never stops, tears streak down my cheeks, i scream and shout, in an empty bed.
ghost queen
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ghost queen
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   CarolineSD
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