Dear Specter
I’m holding a ghost in my arms, right now;
Should the angels guide, and help me?
Please, Comforter, love from her,
I’d like, somehow;
For I wish that this could be healthy!
Oh, God of heaven,
Look down through the clouds,
And find me where I am!
See what my heart needs:
Every thought in my crown;
For this jewel:
She’s a beaut, I demand –
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