12 de diciembre de 2011


There is a ghost after me,
pretending to dance,
he follows my steps,
he increase my bad,
sometimes it goes away,
and it makes me remember,
what i have forgot,
that everyone else,
is allready gone,
that i'm all alone,
but just when i'm about to run,
he comes back,
i'm not on my own,
i love my dear ghost.

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