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Chloe Potter Feb 2016
maybe it was a broken dream
maybe it was my imagination
but I swear I saw a ghost
flittering in the woods with matches
and maybe the feeling
was just a mirage
this lingering feeling
that clings onto you
of loss and regret
and disconnection
and wishful hoping
that whomever reads this
would accept my invite.

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