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Spectre
I can feel her
I can feel her soul
Her ghostly presence
Her gentle voice
Just ringing in my ears
She loves me, she says,
And her shuttering fades
Making quiet-deafening
Don't go, don't go
My soul longs ever more
For you-my love.
I can feel her soul
Her ghostly presence
Her gentle voice
Just ringing in my ears
She loves me, she says,
And her shuttering fades
Making quiet-deafening
Don't go, don't go
My soul longs ever more
For you-my love.
Published 24th Jul 2014
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24th Jul 2014 7:16pm
Love is the last to die. I feel the longing in this poem for the love that has gone to heaven. Enjoyed it.
25th Jul 2014 1:58am
