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Dec 2017
There’s a ghost on my shoulder.
Sometimes I can look to my right and see it riding there.
Sometimes I look into the sky and see it floating there.
Sometimes it stands beside my date and watches with a warm smile.
Sometimes it invades my head mid-sentence with a memory.
Once in a while I meet someone who makes this spectre a memory.
This is how I judge who I should pursue.
If you’re so boring as to leave me daydreaming about a spectre past,
You aren’t for me.
This poem isn’t quite what I wanted it to be. It’s sort of a terrible mess. Anyway, I guess I’ll publish it. Perhaps someone will enjoy it anyway.
Hunter Cyrus
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Hunter Cyrus  20/M/Canada
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