Ghosts
The ghost in the mirror follows the nuances of my lips,i don't have to read his when we swap places,i reside in the mirror i cannot read his lips i have no soul,he blows me a kiss i shatter with the moon and break into a thousand different dreams. The ghost visits the dreamers but cannot rebuild me i have no soul.
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