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Jun 1
I loved a ghost
stitched from soft words
and glances that meant nothing.
I touched a dream
and swore it had a pulse.
And now I grieve
not you-
but the person I thought you were.
BloodOfSaints
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BloodOfSaints  21/F/Spain
(21/F/Spain)   
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     inthewater
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