when old memories start to stir in my head ,awaken old haunts that should been long ago dead ,i whisper so soft go away loves ghost ,your no longer welcome in my heart , ghost of the dark ,and so softly i feel a brush across my cheek ,i roll over to close my eyes to dream ,i awake to see his eyes staring right at me me... You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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