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Rapid Eye Movement
There is a girl made of ghosts
they howl at night
not aloud, on the inside.
Haunted by the curse of the first
she accepts her fate
the weeping of lost souls is her sleep
and for her there isn't an escape,
it's DNA.
they howl at night
not aloud, on the inside.
Haunted by the curse of the first
she accepts her fate
the weeping of lost souls is her sleep
and for her there isn't an escape,
it's DNA.
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