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Haunted (Part 2) (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

"We've been eight years dead," I pause.
We see a new tombstone with 2015
Walking through the dark graves 
The air smells of death 
It's Halloween again 
Let us not pretend 
Our dance returns
I yearn
Burn for your affection 
Sentiments  
Your touch on my neck 
The cemetery so warm 
Our coffee still cold 
Yet onto this death I hold 
I'm still into you 
But I don't want to be
See 
Year after year 
I want to hold your hand 
But you don't want to hold mine 
We're dying
Dying, dying 
Dead.
We are here 
You shrug at the moon 
Not changing
Deteriorating 
My interior
Heart broken 
Pain awoken deep
My eyes draw blue 
That I'll leave 
Right after Hallow's Eve
Will this ever end?" you asked
Hell I feel at your question
I yearn 
Burn for your soul
I am still haunted too
Haunted by you 

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