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Ghost writer and the Halifax bank



You walked side by side with me, you were the scent that intoxicated who I am, beautiful steps soiling the path, pretty smiles sailing the horizon and clearing the way to the day when your look was sound and bright and fill of such a gentle serenity as i've never been given to gaze.

Why do you look at me? This was your question mark, was it not?

Because I love you, was my full stop, without hesitation.