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He follows me anywhere I go. Sometimes his smell reaches my nose and burns inside my chest – I love a ghost – The torture of seeing him but not being able to touch him is like knives all over my body. I sleep with a ghost that never leaves me; He sing me to sleep in his arms; He haunts my dreams; – I love a ghost –
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC
The Ghost
He follows me anywhere I go. Sometimes his smell reaches my nose and burns inside my chest – I love a ghost – The torture of seeing him but not being able to touch him is like knives all over my body. I sleep with a ghost that never leaves me; He sing me to sleep in his arms; He haunts my dreams; – I love a ghost –
A person you no longer know becomes a ghost in your memories. A poem from 2016
Epiphylllum
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC
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