Many times my imagination has snuck up on me,
Having been haunted for so long
The spirit that had left me, had left me with a hole
And then all these spirits cropped up.
Like something wicked this way had come.
Now that they had left, yet again, cause you know ghosts
Echoed like ripples and starships burning jet fuel in the rain.
Further and further and further and Quieter and Quietly and away.
And then I stepped on a lego, and OUCH!
I had apparently Lost! all my legos.
But I've only found just a couple so Far,
And I feel so empty inside my head, kind of feels nice.
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