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Ghosted.

I often lie awake at night; haunted by unwritten words  
My Muse is a Ghost...
 
Writing with the moon; one of my nastiest habits.
For now, my heart aches for the past; longing to bleed his raw, absolute truth to my pages.
 
He's back and forth; always watching from a better place.
A place filled with the promise his eyes held.
But he's gone cold; like a Winter's frosty gust.
 
And his unfinished business; is someone else's problem now.
Written by CeeCee-Elaine (xPaper Flowersx)
Published | Edited 6th Mar 2020
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