Ghost Of Love...

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Ghost Of Love ......................................................... The Journey ...Raido... Everlasting love so deep. All the trivia makes me weep. I think of you in my sleep. Your presenced air I wish to keep. I dream to prey upon thy flesh; where you and I will truly mesh. At times, all words, we need not say. Electric thoughts flow through the day. We'll never know the truest way. To ponder makes us feel so gay. When we meet there all alone; Shall my heart then cease to roam. ................................................... S.S.Snapp ~ 7-1997 ~I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of my mind... Written July 1st, 1997 © on Feb 08 2002 03:19 AM PST 0 • 12

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