I cannot bring myself to post
about anything so dense as a ghost
Your laughter brings back memories
of daunting, haunting, asymmetries
I cannot think, I cannot sleep
My mind is bound, I cannot count sheep.
A love so broken, so far away
Your memory haunts me night and day
I try to run, I can't get far
this game is coming up to par
I'm tired of seeing your face in my shadow.
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