Once
Twice
Thrice I peeked
On fourth
I stared
Wrong and weak
Amber
Red
Colour and scent
Never
the ghost
will ever descend
She hides
strides
whole and complete
Way
away
from the dreams I seek
From the nightmare I gave
From the secrets I leak
She hates when I sing
Oh how my soul sinks
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