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by Obscure Sep 8, 2022 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Ghost, dear Come to haunt me Taste the terror And the longing Whisps of being All around me Drifting through As if I'm drowning I reached the future You're behind Now distance hides you From my mind I wished to hold But now I'm empty And hollow futures Don't look tempting -©Obscure 2022