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Jul 2013
Like my guardian angel, this ghost still stalks me,
Like a long lost spirit, it still sails this sea,

And maybe it just wants some closure,
But maybe it’s just digging me far lower
    Than before.

It shows up in every **** way,
As peace goes, there’s been one day,
    When it all went away.

It was a Friday in July and I said goodbye,
But before that I kissed your sweet lips,

And for one day my ghosts were gone,
But only when we
Were alone.
When we
        Were alone.

You are my only shield now,
I hope you know you make me proud,
Cause everyday I see your face,
It sure increases my pace,
In every imaginable way.

But my ghosts they followed me,
They forced their hollowed inner-beings,
And chased me back into the ground,
Where I was forced to sound,
    For help.

Cause every now and then I see them,
In their dark wicked ways,
    On the most,
    Peculiar of days.

But I still dream of the day they saw,
That I’m far greater and even farther gone,


They went away for one day,
When we,
Were alone,
When we,
    Were alone.
Marshall CB Hiatt
Written by
Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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