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You and I have
Traded roles you see
My once empty-shell-mold love-trying for you
And you ever-trying to escape me
This ghost of mine no longer flies
But runs cross-country to evade
Your heavy shadow
Escaping weighted coats
To bask in ever-sun and never shade Of ghost-white love and lines of blows You appear to me finally
Transparent as you could ever be Chase-haunting me nightly In inescapable dreams – The Ghost and The Escapist, Part II

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