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Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Phantom Presence ...

Many a times have i felt
A phantom presence
Of some longed entitiy
That knew to take your shape
Rebuild me
In times of ruins
When darkness was not jut the night
And hollowness grew not just in forbidden corners
This apparition that knew
To softly steal all and breaths
to renew and remake
With silent kisses on wishful lips
All of me that had started to rust
This ghost of a soul
That lingered as warm fingertips on cold skin
When you made home quietly
In the most necessary corners of my mind
And the only thing that I realized
It was always you.

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