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He walked away
In a ghostly gray fog
Sometimes I can still
Feel his touch
But other times I think
I’ve lost my own
His ghostly presence still
Haunts me
I fight it everyday
But sometimes I let it stay
I miss his honey like
Kiss
With August cold eyes
The way his hair was
As soft as a newborn’s
The color of it
Like black velvet
Why did he walk away?
To this day, I still see him
Everyday in my dreams





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