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Her Shadow
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..Wind.. She was like a ghost in the night
a shadow you don't want to admit to've seen
The kind that lingers behind you
when peace is all you want to achieve
she's the fog on a brisk morning
that stays for the whole day
She's a wanderer that never goes astray
She's the last cigarette
half used- still burnin until the ashes fade to grey
She's that last toke
Before your memory of her goes away.
