Ghosts of you/me

October 18, 2015

Forget who you are

And who you'll be

Take them out

Buried at sea

A surprising lack of sympathy

For what you were

And the ghosts you bore

For what you wore

And the ghosts you bore

Ghosts you bore

Take a breathe

And swallow sand

An eternal life

Leads to restless hands

The tangibles too close for you

You love ideas that you abuse

Love ideas that you abuse

And you choose to walk

With misuse

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