Ghost in my bedA Poem by Ina WaltzYou. Closer than my skin, Closer than sadness I felt within. My mind wanders to a place where your body spreads on like lace. It's been years since your breath faded, tangled in your bones I'm still jaded. Fingers pulling out your spine, I swore you would be only mine. © 2012 Ina Waltz |
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Added on August 11, 2012 Last Updated on August 11, 2012 |

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