there is a ghost that follows you
and in the time i spent with you
I think it's now following me.
Perhaps it's biding its time between us.
I wonder.
Because I sense it near.
Last night, you were in my dream again.
and every time you left the room,
or I left your side,
the ghost would slam a door -
reminding me how I feel about you.
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