Her sight gives me a physical reaction.
As if I had just seen a ghost.
Memory and reality all mixed in one to create
The unfortunate conclusion of believing what I saw.
She is like an urban myth.
The product of living fast.
A figment of a broken and faded memory.
Occasionally escaping the confines of the past.
She haunts me for reasons unknown to me.
Every once in a while I hear her cries.
She haunts me for reasons unknown to her.
The ghost I can see with closed eyes.
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