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Mar 2012
You are the ghost of my smile

my lips curve upward when I think of you

... you are my secret desire..

no one knows about you..

not even you

know how I think of you

want you... almost love you

all day long

all boring day long

you are the ghost of desire

you keep me hanging on

you make me smile

and you don't even know it

my ghost

my lovely ghost.
Donna Earle
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Donna Earle
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