Johamar wrote:
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> Sorrano K. Lovelace wrote:
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>> your ghost is standing in the doorway
>> motionless, a glass figurine
>> i can only hear my own breath
>> haunted inside this empty house
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>> brushing slowly your granite-like hair
>> strands of you fall off
>> one by one until you are completely gone
>> by the looks of everything
>> tomorrow will be the same dream
>> always drawing a little nearer each time
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> Beautiful. Good to see poems here again.
Hi, thanks. Good to see you.
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