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Ghost spring
Ghostly creatures.
Distance, restriction,
Non existing life.
I miss deep kisses
And hands on my body.
I miss warm words
And expression.
Nature goes on,
Blossoming in competition,
Nurture me with sunny spells
On empty train stations.
Spring in my heart,
But not in other's hearts.
I want to explode,
So full of life.
Blow all the ghosts away,
Past shadows of the winter.
Fearfu...
Saturday 14th March 2020 12:45 pm
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