Friday, August 10, 2018

"On That Day"

I'll be chasing after you,
over my dead body.
Coming up behind in spirit,
trailing near to you.
You'll be looking back to where
you left me stiff and cold.
No, you don't believe in ghosts,
but neither do I, boo.
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