Short stories, Poems and Random Musings
Tales by the Phantom of the Past
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Saturday, December 20, 2014
Find me in the dead of night,
knock on the door.
I’ll say, you were right.
I wish I had never lied.
I wish I had surrendered to light
Are you there? I wish you would remain
Out of my mind and just out of sight.
Love, out of reach
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