A ghost a whisper of what you use to be,
What is happening, what has happened,
Can you please tell me.
Your not here we can see it, we know it,
Where did you go, can I bring you back to me,
We will love you have loved you still love you,
Just an illusion a silhouette of what you use to be.
My name is Topaz and I like hearing my self type.
Monday, June 2, 2008
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