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Phantom Love

what ghosts held thee in thy tongue

when we first spake

sweet sable eyed mage

whose whispers

have haunted me so vehemently

pray as I may to be

forsaken, forgotten, free

what spirits, prithee

what alchemy didst thou shackle

so recklessly ‘neath my breast

what demons of unrest

slither so stubbornly within

boa constricted arteries

what specters held thee in thy tongue

my undying phantom love


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