Thursday, July 16, 2015

When Haunted I'm Home

 Our hand is held by love without body
 we laugh together with only my voice
this ghost will remain til the end of the age
when haunted I'm home, a hearth cleared of ash

Synchronicity leaves a lasting impression
no other mark makes such a distinction
a plot woven tightly around our perception
this story to turn is truly completion

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