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Mystical


 

Far off in a distance beckoning to come,

I saw a silhouette urging me to run.

And as I approached the nearer I came,

the silhouette faded like a ghost with no name.

 

How peculiar I thought,

what did this mean? 

Just when I woke up,

and knew it was a dream.

 

Hearthrob

DaPoet

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DaPoet53

Poetry is an anomaly words inclusive to not only me, but for each and every spirit to set themselves free.

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DaPoet53
<p>An aberration...</p>

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