Following
you through
a door,
you disappear.
I search
around,
you
are nowhere
to be
found.
Sleeping at night I hear your cries. Tossing and turning, your wales leave my ears burning.
I love your pale face and try to touch you. You are what I want most, though it is hard to love a ghost.
Sleeping at night I hear your cries. Tossing and turning, your wales leave my ears burning.
I love your pale face and try to touch you. You are what I want most, though it is hard to love a ghost.
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