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Her Little Ghost
Mongrol

So loud...
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telling me to move here to this spot
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where we can both see clear without
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hindrance a view so beautiful,
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filling us with silence.
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I can hardly hear over the
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sound of her breathing.
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We flow like water
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over pebbles, the nerves in my hands recording
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every touch of every surface
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of every shiver and textured sigh.
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Her hand moves with impossible strength
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down her delicate arms,
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Her lush lips, red as berries, part and drip sweet
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noise into my ear.
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Her little ghost sings some melody thin as mist
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veils in the morning sun.
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12 Jun 07

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Comments:

I really like this, the imagery is beautiful.
 — crazynlove3

thanks crazy - thats very nice of you to say


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 — Mongrol

ohh thank you for the ratings whoever!!!

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 — Mongrol

-small change to last line-
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