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Oct 2020
Every shape is your shape
Shifting with the wind
Tricking the light
I look over my shoulder
I watch through the curtains
I rub my eyes
But your hair is just green brush
Your eyes a pair of parked headlights
Your footsteps rain trotting the ground
Hey, what’s it like
To exist as half god, half ghost?
Adrianna
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Adrianna
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   Imran Islam
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