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Like A
Ghost
Like a ghost slipping
Back and forth from
The shadows,
Seeing someone’s
Face on someone else,
Those moments when
Time stands still
Until you realize
You were mistaken,
That’s how it was
When she walked in,
No more than
Five foot four,
Long dark hair,
The look, almost
The eyes, soft voice,
So sexy and beautiful,
But she wasn’t you.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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