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Ghost

May 19, 2020
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Empty roads
I walk the land of the dead
Wind blows through me
I don’t feel it

Empty homes
I look through the windows
Nothing is reflected back
I don’t see it

Empty world
Everything is hazy and obscure
As if a fire burns
I don’t smell it

Empty words
I speak of the life before
If anyone answers
I don’t hear it

Empty heart
I remember when we kissed
Seems like long ago
I don’t taste it

Empty life
Did I ever walk in the sun
All I see are shadows
I don’t know it.

 

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