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Jul 2015
Oh, and we're just departed ships
Basking in our own sun
We're just ghosts in the night
Passing corridors long
And I scan the pages
Crevices turn yellow, then brown
As I envelope your scent
I want to bring you down-
Crashing canvas
Entice, as I search for your sound
But you're nowhere to be found
No, I cannot see you around
You've left me long ago
A hollow body
I am now-
No longer how you left me,
I can still hear your sounds
As you whisper
Oh so softly
I can still taste your breath.
As you whisper sweet nothings
They encompass me now.
Rachel Lyle
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Rachel Lyle  27/F/VA
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