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December Ghosts

Only black and blue
mark the spot.
Pain lingers,
but tomorrow will be better.
Let the rain in,
let the hurt fade away.

Walk with me,
we will disappear into the mist.
Two summer ghosts
in the dead of December.
I promise you,
it will get better.




Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2015-12-16 at 00:21

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Powerful.
2016-11-15



All of your work is beautiful:)
2016-01-10