I think this is my first poem where I'm not venting, isn't that interesting? Also there is no TW for this one.

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To dance with a ghost

Is a dream you often have

To sway with ease

With someone not quite real

You can see it

So vivid it feels true

An almost empty ballroom

Two lonely figures

Swaying and Spinning

The ghost of a dead woman

And the shell of a living one

Dancing as if them

And only them

In this world

It brings joy to imagine

To dream of dancing with a soul

But its just that

A dream

You doubt a ghost

Someone who is stuck

Would dance with you anyways