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Haunted by Michael R. Burch Now I am here and thoughts of my past mistakes are my brethren. I am withering and the sweetness of your memory is like a tear. Go, if you will, for the ache in my heart is its hollowness and the flaw in my soul is its shallowness; there is nothing to fill. Take what you can; I have nothing left. And when you are gone, I will be bereft, the husk of a man. Or stay here awhile. My heart cannot bear the night, or these dreams. Your face is a ghost, though paler, it seems when you smile. Published by Romantics Quarterly. Keywords/Tags: Halloween, soulmate, night, haunted, ghost, ghosts, spirit, thoughts, past, mistake, mistakes, memory, memories, heart, ache, heartbreak, soul, empty, shallow, shallowness, bereft, husk, night, face, pale, smile

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