I Loved a Ghost Girl
I know where you live, what a despair!
realize where you live with no sight of you
discern you in pictures as a mirror
reflexes that make me suffer ...
You are now Impressionist picture
metaphorical painting of my dream
to paint you I invented myself artist
that you may be impressive in my folly
But soon you disappear so lightly
as a flash that turns intermittently
I barely perceive if you're real and true.
Unfortunately you are just apparition.
Your meteoric figure disappears and re-ignites.
in atrocious nostalgia that surprises me
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