the most beautiful thing: ghost

The doorknob was warm. The ionic buzz of lights hangs in the air. The near-decade old scent of you hovers and it is as if I can feel the warmth of your cheek on mine. I am haunted.

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~ by HeatherArtLife on November 22, 2008.

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