Ghostess
You haunt me, do you know
The days sailing past
The nights wailing fast
I feel it start, to slow
Once I loved you more
Than most
Dreaming of before
I lost
You, Dear Ghost ~•
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-09-06 at 02:19
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