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Ghosts, untouchable and sacrosanct, avoid exploration.
Shadows, fleeting and sheer, run from one's gazes.
Phantoms, unidentifiable and gross, duck curious eyes.

Stop, I say. Don't come, I say.
No, sir.
I don't want your tricks and truths, sir.

Some thoughts come uninvited.
Leave please.

Leave or I will.




Fri vers (Fri form) av Omnivore
Läst 239 gånger
Publicerad 2017-02-19 22:16



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