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Morning Ghost

I woke up wanting your fingers in my hair, your warm breath on my neck, and our bodies tangled, caught in the soft, unruly dawn. The memory of us lingers like mist, fading and filling the space all at once. I reach for you in the quiet ache, in sheets that remember your weight, your warmth, and in the spaces between breaths, I find you, a ghost of a dream, soft and fierce, held close, even as the morning slips away.

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Date: 3/18/2025 9:21:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.
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