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Nov 2013
The clouds take turn
To erase the sunshine,
To make way for darkened souls,
There's a chill in the air,
I can now feel in my spine,
It's time for the fortune to roll.

Eerie noises,
And whistling winds,
Calling me out to the cold,
The fog deceives me,
She betrays me,
There are no hands left to hold.

My heart is haunted,
With the ghost of your love,
Possessed by the spirits
Looking out from above,
My heart is haunted,
With your cold grey eyes,
Staring me down
Until the day I die.

Bloodstream ghouls,
Trapped in your senses,
There's no escape from their world,
Breathe in, breathe out,
Open your eyes,
Look into the soul of the girl.

My heart is haunted,
With the ghost of your love,
Possessed by the spirits
Looking out from above,
My heart is haunted,
With your cold grey eyes,
Staring me down
Until the day I die.
Maharshi Bhattacharya
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   --- and Emily Tyler
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