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Nov 2013
I walk under golden street lights on nights when the moon is smothered by storm clouds
I swear I see your shadow behind mine
The wind howls at me and I am convinced its you calling my name
I can't decide if this is a haunting or not
Is it a haunting if you're still alive?
Are you still alive?



I haven't felt you all day and all I can think about is your heartbeat
a flower
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