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Jun 2021
The Ghost I loved but not to be.
Who gave her heart but not to me.

The pieces of my memory lost .
To get them back but what the cost?

One wish of the hands that hold all fate,
one wish before the pearly gates.

That I once more lay my head on her breast.  
And hear the rhythm of her chest.
Written by
Anecandu  M/Jamaica
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