to be real

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green eyes fresh as grass

hair glittering like polished brass

same red lips shining like a ruby

same half -smile which had once drew me


Same pale skin

except unmarked

before it was colored

shades of purple, red, blue, black


Same loud laughter

and same shy smile

same quite giggles

when I make you smile


same soft groans

as we burn bright

same quiet moans

as I make you mine


same fluttered breaths

in the depth of the night

same softly stuttered secrets

before morn arrives


you are the same

as my lover once had been

but you're a ghost in place of them

your too same to be them 

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