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- Jogging in the frigid winter rain,
- seated idle in English class, or
- lying awake beneath my bed sheets,
- I am often visited by a phantom
- with seductive figure of sweet curves
- and inviting eyes of rich topaz,
- but as I desperately attempt to
- pull her to my destitute body,
- she swiftly slips through my fingers,
- leaving me achingly alone again,
- deceived by your tantalizing ghost.
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