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A wind, A thought, What have you wroght? A window, A door, Is something there? Or nothing, anymore? Shadows dance in the edge of night, Things seen in the cornor of your sight. Turn to Stare, But all you will see, Is a reflection of normality. A Person, A Ghost, A Sight, A Feel, Yet you still can't help to ask, Was It Real? Click on Thumbnail to View Larger Image
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