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May 8
I feel empty underneath you
Do you know you’re kissing a ghost?
My lips are barely moving,
Maybe a whisper at most.

I think you prefer the ghost
You’re thinking of one anyway
Easier to imagine,
if I have nothing to say.

My hair is too dark
Is that why your eyes keep closing?
She’s off living
As I lay decomposing.

And she’s still the ghost you prefer.
SameHell
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SameHell  16/F/TheEdgeOfTheEarth
(16/F/TheEdgeOfTheEarth)   
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   Riz Mack and Jeremy Betts
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