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On those nights when the ghosts walk around your house,
And a strange child's laughter rings familiar
Even ice cream has no use
Days gone by, instilled in sepia
Flesh out the glow of love long past, real or false

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 7/26/2010 8:51:00 PM
A nice write on Nostalgia. Is this one a haiku?
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