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the ghost of what was (and what will never be again)
daydreaming again,
haunted by a lingering warmth from a faraway fantasy
all shrouded in smoke and stripped of soul—silent,
the phantom of your face tucked in my shoulder.
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lost-and-found
come find me
by the backyard forest
and let’s embark
on one last adventure
with no map,
no goal,
no end.
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wishing & waiting
once I had a friend
who said we’d be forever;
we sat under the endless
enchanting skies,
the taste of flowers
on our tongues,
