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Feb 2021
I’ll be your ghost anytime,
It’s an honor
It’s my right
Let’s clench our fists & drag this thing on

Sometimes I think you’re still around
Hiding in a pile of cold sheets
Up in your treehouse
Numb as a dummy
& thinner too

It’s becoming unclear
Who is haunting who
Written by
Aurora  F/NH
   Rob Rutledge
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