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your ghost
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My Artform: Finshed When you cry,
and i am in ear shoot,
dont i come running to soak up those tears.
This is not me selfishly,
i count my action with exact measuring.
The lengths that i go are extordinary,
because the way i feel is far from ordinary.
you say i dont care
,remember,
everytime you look around im here.
Does your shadow ever rome?
I follow accordingly.
