The ghost of a lover past

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My trashcan poetry

 

I’m the memory in your heart on a lonely night

the whisper in the dark you no longer hear

that movement you saw in the corner of your eye

when no one's there

that feeling you just cant explain between the calm 

an the storm 

the ghost of a lover past  

 

~ D Donner ~

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