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Ghosts Are Transparent

Following my feet,
In walking along
Edge of forest
Left to be
Overgrown with
The memories
Of a life lived
Longing for
Anything but
My own, the
Last look at you
Holds pace,
Giving me
When I walk
Alone along
Cracked edges,
Overgrown with
Memories of a
Life you lived
Without knowing
It would end.

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