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Chasing the ghost of a person
that can never be caught is
the ultimate siren’s call-
the shadow of love, of soul.

So long as the phantasm keeps
running, eluding your grasp,
the chase lasts forever, shadows
beckoning, pulling on your heart.

But catch it, hold it in place
for a moment, and love dissi-
pates, like the ghost which
vanished all those years ago.

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