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March 14, 2014

Of A Ghost

I always chase blood
In hopes for more than enough
Bloodshot eyes on the run
Wishing for more than once

But you couldn't give, it's not what you crave
I'm in the hole, digging my dreams in vain
When I see your face

I've always swam the ocean
In regards to nothing but falling focus
Blisters upon the feet that walk
Wishing for someone, he's nothing after all

But you couldn't phase me, it's not what I really need
I'm in my world, whispering obscenities
When I see your face

You run far
You run so far

I always chase
Never expecting a face
You want when it's not right
You need when I'm gone, good night
When I see your face


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