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May 6
don't ghosts lose direction...
Where the heck do they find the GPS?

Love be a phantom
forever haunting abandoned hearts.

She loves it when held close,
As she shivers in his arms.
For she wants the love,
But not just any.
She wants the love she considers hers,
And if unto her, it is given,
Then unto her, it truly belongs.

Grim reaping moments of truth;
Where you look at her
and don't see her undraped body,
But your naked psyche.
                 -****** of Love.
Darryl M
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Darryl M
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