haunted
haunted by memories
though not my own
images plague me
do you still see her?
do you feel her when you feel me?
shadows dance in my head
first two, then becoming one
do you still think of her?
how can i be so disturbed
be someone
so long unseen?
~(c) Hollie, July 3, 2003
Go on, Tell Me
Mary Jane
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