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The Ghost

I met myself Walking down the hallway Of an old school The ghost of a former self Innocent but cruel Smart but not wise The ghost laughed Her echoing laugh Full of joy and sadness As I told her about what she had become But what she will never be She is dead, after all

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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