Violet and Orange
When I open the closet door, the ghost hides between my high school letter jacket and a pair of faded jeans with the knees ripped out somewhere near the back.
When I open the closet door, the ghost hides between my high school letter jacket and a pair of faded jeans with the knees ripped out somewhere near the back.
When I open the closet door, the ghost hides between my high school letter jacket and a pair of faded jeans with the knees ripped out somewhere near the back.
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