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my ghost
my ghost slides to fade once more: beset by symptoms of a life fast ridden less tasted and stricken by minor plagues of now and here then is but a slipper lost-left to cleaners whisk up re...
hello
hello million streamlets slipping past i loved in matchlight glow and shuttered room you and then you sung in echo and a whisper far across a chasm in silence true
hello
hello million streamlets slipping past i loved in matchlight glow and shuttered room you and then you sung in echo and a whisper far across a chasm in silence true
Book Description
my ghost slides
to fade once more:
beset by symptoms
of
a life fast
ridden
less tasted
and stricken
by minor plagues of
now and here
then is
but
a slipper lost-left
to cleaners
whisk up
remnants
sweep off time
like many wrappers
left to wind across
the floor
and i
fall to catch
her face
it flies away
my hands
are five dead
fingers much
too short
