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Death
I lay there in the ground,
rotting and decaying.
My spirit travels the Earth,
unable to talk,
unable to be felt.
They stare at me but don't see me,
for I am only a ghost.
rotting and decaying.
My spirit travels the Earth,
unable to talk,
unable to be felt.
They stare at me but don't see me,
for I am only a ghost.
Published 25th May 2019
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16th Jul 2019 11:03pm
Once we rid ourselves of our spacesuit
our spirits are free!!
If You wanna be a Ghost, then BE a Ghost!
You have no need for the suit and so be the Best Ghost You can be
our spirits are free!!
If You wanna be a Ghost, then BE a Ghost!
You have no need for the suit and so be the Best Ghost You can be
