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Eman Aug 2014
She's a product of your mind
And, she'll commit your crimes
She promises to live at all times
With nothing to hold on to
She still lives inside you
She turned your heart black
She’ll never give it back
She's an image you cannot rip
Forever stuck in a ghostly trip
....but when you try to forget her.
Deb Harman Aug 2014
Ghost in the wharf canal

Sweeps the surface of water lucid

Upon the lighting storm of rage

Darkness is luminous silent

Echoing is the call of the ghost

By the hour call of the black raven

The wharf of canal road is daunting

On the soul as the spiritual ghost

Creeps in the shadows of the wharf canal

In the mood so seldom so feared

Swimming the ghost is twined deep

In the water reaping for heart

From it's haunted depart

Trapped in the canal

Is the spirit of wharf of canal road

For eternal surface

Ghostly Wharf
By Deb Harman (c) 25/8/14
nichole r Jun 2014
hearing useless chatter
feeling gusts of breath
seeing bleeding ink
tasting bitter loneliness
smelling puffs of stale air
being a                   g  h  o  s  t  .

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