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Saturday, 30 March 2013
Ghoastal
Coasting along like a ghost, flight no fear and lust for light that nears.
Beat, walk, fly and beat drums, Skeleton white ribbed in tight hums.
Shadowed darkness distorted mind, walk backward spinning ,me, you cannot find.
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