I found my ghost crying
She held our diary
She did not moan
She did not whine
She was small and quiet
Her lips kissed the silence
Our breaths danced into one
Cold rested between us
She swallowed my voice
And she kept my words
She did not talk
She did not sing
I kissed her cheek
Tasted her tears
She held my hand
I felt nothing
My past is dead
I asked her to leave
My past is dead
And my ghost follows me
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