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Ghost

His trace inhabits every fraction of my mind, lingering like a thousand dollar perfume, lurking quietly in the shadow of anticipations.

What would i sing, if he's every song? 

What would i speak, if he's my language?

What would i dream, if he's my only imagination?

Now that he ghosts and I am on my knees, I've been counting days in the loudest silence, wishing upon the heavy rain to cleanse away his stain.

But deep down, i know he will never leave me completely. And i hope someday, somehow, he will know that everytime i didn't reach out to him, i almost did.

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◄ Without A Full Stop

Comments

<Deleted User> (19421)

Tue 24th Jul 2018 16:02

Wow!

I really like this Kristina, I love the opening and the thought of a lingering thousand dollar perfume.

Top stuff!


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DJB

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