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Saturday, October 31, 2015

Ghost

I never dreamt of you
those days when I loved you
so helplessly, so hopelessly
my waking hours
imprisoned in ache
but my dreams, oh,
my dreams were free.

But now, you come to me,
your crooked smile,
your awkward limbs,
whispering,
soon, love, soon. 
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