satishverma
Ghost Thoughts
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There was one soul.
Half and half in two bodies. When you
mingle with my love, you become my poem.
You ascribe to 'me pain'.
In the endI go for ultimate. My
alter ego will define purity.
Dark rings are coming on
your face. I let you sing with aching
heart and quivering lips.
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