The Poets Soul/by:Haunted Lunacy
The poets soul weeps, /
crying syllables in ink, /
each letter a tear.
Haunted By Myself/by:Haunted Lunacy
No one misses me, / I am but a lonely ghost, / haunted by myself.
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