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Are We Ghosts
when i reach out
I touch aether
when i hold you
im clutching a cloud
when we talk
hours float by
and when youre gone
i still feel you by my side
but sometimes
when you leave
a part of me
my incorporeal hands
clutch grains of sand
but they always phase through
like nothing i do
ever impacts you
Copyright ©
Amber Miller
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