Ghost, River, Gaze, Erase, Tender, Cold.
Memories of you,
Ripple across my thoughts.
Your smile ,
Your gaze —
Though I suppose both were cold to my touch—
I still hope you felt something.
Something to be haunted by,
So the ghost of my laughter keeps you up at night—
I know you don’t care.
So don’t pretend to be tender,
You acted like my...
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