The Ghost
Next to me stands
An unreal entity
Once a woman
With soft gentle hands
Her scent blows in my nose
It sends my thoughts array
At one point you held my hand
Last time you were real
Now just a ghost
Wishing that I could feel
A hand, a hug, a kiss to steal
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