What You Have Is A Shell, What I Need Is My Soul ✔️

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I was a ghost
Nothing but echoed whispers
Stolen silence

I wandered
From tree top peaks
To ocean caves

I searched
For my lost body
Or what was left of it

I hunted
For you by sent
The aroma of lust

I was taken
By your melancholic song
Your slow step

I was tricked
Into your cold arms
Yet I still fell for your colder heart

I was a ghost
You wanted my body
But had no use for my soul

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