His ghost came to me in my dream
His silhouette so perfect only I could foresee
What occurs doesn't define
What comes doesn't proceed
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Downhill Of The Bright Side
Poetry"It was like.. I'm dancing so happily on the edge, but the fall is so painful and long." Downhills of the bright side.
His Ghost His Silhouette
His ghost came to me in my dream
His silhouette so perfect only I could foresee
What occurs doesn't define
What comes doesn't proceed
