Ghost
You recently use your sleeping method as a means for coping reigns.
Alot sounds, a framed potential resolution.
Astounding mechanism.
I find parting is sorrow left behind, a pardon.
May I forge your name, my paper, my lost fame and fortune.
I left dust behind as I walked, the motion unsettling. You gave me peace.
I gave you pieces.
I just want to feel better, I just want to stand.
My appendage of solitude is nowhere at hand. I find you elsewhere.
Underneath it all.
i like this……..Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
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Beautifully spoken, thank you traveler.
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