The Ghost of You

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Pale fingers
running through
your messy black hair;
Cherry lips
counting freckles
on your button nose;
Hazel eyes
looking into your
black, lively ones;
Tanned skin
slowly melting in
your alabaster arms;
Lonely heart
seeking yours
wondering where you are.

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