Ghost.

June 27, 2015

She is recollections of my past life,

And she lurks in the walls of my terrified mind.

I've been hearing mesmeric whispers from every direction,

Even though she is nowhere in sight.

Is this as close as I'm ever going to get to you?

Is this a joke from God?

Is this a calling from you?

Am I dying?

Am I dreaming?

Can I not tell the difference anymore?

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