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Jul 2013
Ill be your little ghost
If you can keep the light intact
We were children playing games
Until the moonlight turned it's back
please, just let me be
You tore at silence
to diminish what I lacked.
A myth, you stripped
The little ghost of what
small things she still had.
Anna
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Anna
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