A new type of ghost

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Was that you !
Looked just like you!
A flash of hair color I never thought I'd see again.
A sound a voice so distant.
But one I know so well one that made my hear have rhythm I didn't know possible.
A smell catches my nose a scent that reminds me of you and takes me away a thousand miles and a thousand years ago .
Each picture like a tombstone a marker in time reminding me of what could have been .
After all this time I'm becoming to wonder who's the really dead one me or you.

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