Ghosts
I fall asleep
with the thought of you
pressed against my back
arms wrapped around my still form
and I awake
to the sun chasing away
the fog left in my mind
and the lingering ghosts of us

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kiwigirl   kiwigirl wrote
on 8/17/2009 6:21:46 PM
Very nice. It perfectly describes many of my own nights and wistful mornings

Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 8/17/2009 7:48:40 AM
This is a beauty of a write my friend..wonderful talent displayed.

Scazrelet
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Bitter.
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