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Guessing



Watching from tomorrows shelter in my head

Ghosts linger no more and whispers are gone

She had a calling card and used its play

He never saw her coming, he never thought that way

Shifting and longing for the days end

Echos of sadness cross through us now

We are the past, the future, and the rotting ones who loved.

written by: Derrick A Jasper Jan 25th, 2016

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