his shadow haunts
the soul of me
so much his name
spelled agony
still i adore
the futile chase
for he'll be back
with another face
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
i'd rather a faceless
his shadow haunts
the soul of me
so much his name
spelled agony
still i adore
the futile chase
for he'll be back
with another face
