I thought I saw you yesterday,
shadows of sun light on a gloomy life,
ghost pass by me all the time,
I don't know why,
Sweet smells of lavender,
Skin so soft to the touch,
way to much,
for me to get a hold on,
maybe that is the charm of life,
gone but not forgotten,
again today angle I pray.
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