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My Ghost
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My Broken Heart He possessed my soul
and called it his own.
He was a phantom,
his presence but a whisper.
I'm haunted by his face
as it replays in my dreams.
I still feel his kisses
tickling my neck.
His love was an illusion;
a ghost of my longings.
His shadow stalks me
as I try to walk away.
I see the open door,
but he holds me back.
