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I’m in love with a ghost, a suitor of my shadow. I ache in search of him, yet the floorboard creaks In the dark of night are merely my soul wandering down my a mum hallway My sorrows coo my exhausted mind, casting a spell of sleep upon my glistening eyes. My shadow creeps out from under the crack of my door- the door that keeps my demons within four walls. My shadow, the phantom of my desires chases them into eternity. Even when these old bones break, this skin turns blue, these eyes roll back into the depths of my mind… My shadow will roam until The End
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
The Man in the Shadows
I’m in love with a ghost, a suitor of my shadow. I ache in search of him, yet the floorboard creaks In the dark of night are merely my soul wandering down my a mum hallway My sorrows coo my exhausted mind, casting a spell of sleep upon my glistening eyes. My shadow creeps out from under the crack of my door- the door that keeps my demons within four walls. My shadow, the phantom of my desires chases them into eternity. Even when these old bones break, this skin turns blue, these eyes roll back into the depths of my mind… My shadow will roam until The End
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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