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Ghosts
Ghosts to
my left,
Ghosts to
my right.
Ghosts in front,
oh what
a fright.
Ghosts all around,
How did I
get in this
Ghostly town?
I look at
my hand,
What is this
what do
I see?
Oh My
I can
see right
through me.
Sunday 10th July 2016 1:55 am
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