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Living Ghost


Fleeing from the hurt My blue sky turns to a darker night Shadows crept from the horizon Voices rose Words sharp as tongues Whirred like a thousand engines I hear no tender talk I sat lonelier than the wind No straining to stop I watched the hurt Nothing I could do I was a dried up voice Like a ghost of a stranger
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