my neighbour

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She rarely comes out, and she thinks it's always too loud.

Her hair is greasy, and the smile is creepy.

Her hugs don't hurt, her arms just go through my shirt.

I think she's a ghost, but telling her would be cruel. So i just keep silent and hug her soul.

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