the line between reality and fantasy is blurring at an unstoppable pace
further complicating the existing obstruction
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the ghost is (undead) and living in (or for) the moment
she revels in the ease of nostalgia
this ephemeral bliss will slip away
pacification swells
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if i was scared, i would
and if i was pure, you know i would
and if i was yours, but i'm not
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