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She smiled, "Only ghosts should,

Be haunted by their past."

Their sweet love would,

Not be fractured glass.

His grey words tumbled,

Out at last,

His heart free of his dreaded,

And broken past.

His friend he missed, 

Lost to beer and gin,

And vodka sipped,

Their friendship crumblin'.

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