an empty cup of tea while i wait to pull you out from the inside.
egg whites and a black mind.
tongue tied to say the least, your stutter made me shutter
leaving me trying to pull myself out from the inside.
all the papers lined the table
while i kept falling over.
he said, "angels fall like rain."
i gained my balance after my engined died
to tell you that the ghost in you will never die.
she wont fade.
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