A beautiful ghost you are and free, to roam and haunt, love and hate, terrify and trick the mind to believe only darkness resides behind your transparent being.
As dead as you are is as alive as you've ever been, you tap into a realm no one dares enter but is our fate to join you. The power you withhold is of good and bad; oh precious ghost, they all fear you whereas I would like to know you because you are me, they will become you as we are all ghosts, just waiting to happen.
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Monique Natasha Green
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