Ghosts like you
like holding my hand
and then disappearing
into thin air.
Ghosts like you
like ghosts like me,
stirring fire in your heart.
Ghosts like me
like holding you close,
and never leaving.
Ghosts like me
like ghosts like you,
sending shivers down my spine.
Ghosts like us
like the idea of
something more than this.
Ghosts like us
like the sensation,
but then it fades,
like ghosts like us.
-LJ
31 March 2017
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