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- ghostfriend -

her transparent touch
caresses through my skin
a haunting face
looking through
faintly complementing
of how my heart's beating

her longing of breathing
giving me goosebumps
in her harmless suffering
guards me from calamity
unknowingly cured my fear
upon the afterlife

until the time has come
I'll be waiting
to feel her
reuniting in the horizon

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