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Paded Walls....

I have nothing to offer the morning light.
My days have been empty.
My time is full.
The world is consuming my lust for conversation.
I’m starved for affection.
 
I’m a realist by nature.
An optimist by spirit.
I insult my own intelligence.
 
The conversations between the two are astonishing.
 
Patience and love have never walked hand in hand.
I speak as if I know the two.
 
I am in love with nothing more than a ghost.
Is she real?
Is she mine?
 
Am I alone?
Am I chasing her shadow??

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