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Sep 2014
She's like a dream
she just appears
Three A.M.
She isn't real
He's like a dream
Her body is a shell
Did last night happen?
She can never tell
Was she here?
He never knows
The complex life
of loving a ghost.
Do I want him?
She asks herself
Silently she stays,
but by morning nothing's left.
Kelsey
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