Ghosts
 
When love leaves you blind.
Do you run away?
Or follow behind.
The ghosts of love brings me to you.
I would live and die in you're arms Woodrow.
If it's the last thing I do
 
A.D. Small
August 23, 2018
 


Submitted: February 06, 2022

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