712: My Haunting

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On that sprung branch,
she was lifted to my height

an easier examination,
I greeted my ghost,

I then figured her shape
with my touch, formed, real,

she offered me a scent
her sex, her appeal:

but my old man attentions
could scare her off –

my lightest of hauntings –
I must stay light myself.

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