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Sacred Ghost of My Soul
Piano sunset
And September dreams
Of your yellow dress.
My heart is rolling
Like a runaway wheel
To your heart.
I wish we were climbing
A green country hill
Soft October breeze of childhood
Against my skin.
There was an English rock band
We would get drunk to
And dance beneath the approving moon.
I was always in love
With you pale white face,
Sacred ghost of my soul.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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