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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Apparitions flee,

through walls of my emotions:

all the world's a ghost.

Strange thoughts beset me,

and then a revelation:

that I am the ghost.

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Added on January 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 25, 2014

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