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Ghost Girl #poem The scent of roses on my grave. This time of night is what I crave. My body in the casket is spinning around. Trying to break out to find love that was never found. I long to see your eyes that shine blue. My heart skips a beat when I think of you.

  • Curtir
  • Ame
  • HaHa
  • Uau
  • Triste
  • Bravo