5th July 2012
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HAUNTED
BY JAMES A. GALGANO
THE SWEET TASTE OF LOVELY
DRIPS EMOTIONALLY FROM BEATING HEART
EMBRACED BY MOONLIT REFLECTION
WITHIN THE BEDCOVERS OF TIME
WHERE IMAGINATION LINGERS
WITH YOUR VISION HAUNTING AROUSAL
DOWN EACH ROMANTIC CORRIDOR
OF WHAT WILL NEVER BE
DESPITE WISHING UPON EACH FALLING STAR
WHERE I WILL FOREVER SEE YOUR FACE