the w i d o w e r


White haze
Clings to the surface,

Dusting the soles of her feet,
As the crook of her lips twitch upward into a smile.

Her lithe form reflects in full image
Off the film of water,

But his eyes stubbornly refuse to meet hers.

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I don't believe in

(Loving, beautiful, glowing, smiling)

Ghosts

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-Only angels.