vinylgirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a ghost I saw a ghost. Of someone, who for all intents and purposes, does not exist. There he was with his grey knit cap slouching on his head in a bohemian fashion. He had a silver ring on his right index finger. Almost style. Since when? I knew it was him. Without the tag. My first thought? There is my first love. Suddenly I feel the urge to hide or tell the secret. I can't. Let it remain unspoken. With the hope he disappears again and leaves no crumbs for me to find him. Allison 7:32 p.m. - 01/01/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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