Ghost Of The Past

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As the clouds forced their way,
Into already oppressive sky,
I heard whispers of your wretched name,
As the wind passed me by.
Then as if in some sort of dream,
Or some terror of the night,
Your face flashed before my eyes,
As the clouds covered the heavens light.
Then I heard your voice within my head,
Your whisper within my ears,
And then I clutched my breaking heart,
As I choked on salty tears.

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