The ghost of me I used to be
a portrait down the hall
pictures taken aging not
to tell our rise and fall
The struggle is the glory
life evasion lends erosion
stuck in time as prints remind
a time our hearts were frozen
Frigid not but furthered thought
a snapshot of the soul
tempered instrumental
never tarnished bought or sold
Simply just a moment
life was new and passions free
when time is gone reflect upon
the ghost you used to be
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