3 a.m Nightmares

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I put on pieces of you
to feel close to the ghost that was your soul,
but I can't reach
him anymore.

you've corrupted many
and have infected their minds with
the sweet of your words
and the sour of your thoughts.

Your ink has run red
and the lines on the
many pages of your love
notes have hollowed and
created a portal for me to
your mind.

She was lost
but there I was
found

and I found you too.