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You'll be the death of me

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OmnomnomSquirl

Published: Sep 23, 2012

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My ghost, I really shouldn't give
myself to you -

I don't belong in your arms
I've always known - but you;

You are haunting me.

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I like the saying

"ghost of me"

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silver-ships-fly

Sep 24, 2012

i love this too! ♥

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