Ghost note.I keep thinking about you, like your name has stained my brain. As much I wish I could forget that part of you, I think we both know its not just your name that doesn't feel the same.
What Time Built Over usAll I see is bricks Stacked with windows and cement Where our playing grounds used to be All I see is concrete Hardened and firm Over the grass and the dirt All I see is dirty water It fills a pool Which used to be filled with the joy and... See More »
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