Her light footsteps- She’s like a ghost- Walking through a room- She was there- But not really- She hides her smiles- In the corner of you’re eyes- She may even snicker- She’s 25 but really she’s 5- Cute and cuddly- You try to hug her- But she slips through you’re arms- Like a ghost- She’s there- Then poof, she’s gone-Birth sign: Libra
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