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People leave Little ghosts dangling And you see the gaps Muddy footprints and outline bodies There is a crime Or maybe I think there is a crime When a friend Yanks themselves from your life And you find yourself Talking to yourself Contemplating if they had Just imaginary
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
Gaps
People leave Little ghosts dangling And you see the gaps Muddy footprints and outline bodies There is a crime Or maybe I think there is a crime When a friend Yanks themselves from your life And you find yourself Talking to yourself Contemplating if they had Just imaginary
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42/F/Seattle
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
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