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Aug 26
To the ghost
Who just whispered
Incoherently into my ear,
Then tugged my feet
And lit a cigarette:

Its two AM.
What the **** do you want?
Please go back to sleep.
Written by
Ashlyn Rimsky  25/F/Philadelphia
(25/F/Philadelphia)   
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