observations of a ghost

for the faint of heart and the jelly of feet ...

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Shamsa Kanwal

When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed.
-Counting Crows

I've seen new born babies, crying like a moaning dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
-Dylan
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