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Ghostly
Ghostly
Things are quiet now.
I speak and no one replies.
A cold wind wafts
Through my soul’s transparencies.
My purpose is fueled by one desire:
Your attention.
I scorch your shadows and
Wonder if you feel the radiating tension
When I cry at your absence?
Do you hear my plea?
Your crystal eyes once full of passion
Scarcely acknowledge me.
Now I worry over their blue existence.
I’m a person.
All I want is an embrace,
A brush of the skin,
Or the rush of a kiss
With your stubble tickling my chin.
Do you remember the time?
When I too was a person?
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