#Triolet #poetry #french
Lost love is like a ghost in the machine,
Whispers haunt my night time dreams.
From the past when I was just sixteen,
Lost love is like a ghost in the machine.
It still remains within like an evergreen,
The glimpses of it glisten and gleam.
Lost love is like a ghost in the machine,
Whispers haunt my night time dreams.
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VIXEN of VERSE 
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