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the ghost in the shell of this
house that is my home
i never knew you could linger
so long while i wonder aloud
i never knew the touch of your
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there is the distinct scent of desperation in my mondayi have never been very good at my ownevolutioncaged by a disease i trywith little effect todist..
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i wouldgladly offer up
my right arm to feelcontent, wanted, lovedborn of something other then my ownself indulgent melancholyi ache for human touch a..
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