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Ghost Poem :
This story told a thousand times in many such ways
Doesn’t mean languages change in so many days
That tenderness as elusive as the answers we seek
When forgetting the question that of the meek
I know will die solemnly to a graveyard of regrets
Many to splurge the coins and place their harsh bets
My voice lost in all the accusations fuelled by hate
Not the realism that this is to only ever exacerbate
I cannot stay as I will forever move onward you see
So for this I am stubborn to the rut and another’s plea
I wish for the car to take me somewhere else in time
Back to the days when my stringent mind is not a crime
A boundless tank of fuel and a highway called forever
Many a turn made too fast and I crashed into her
Another broken heart I rendered yet I must move on
For I cannot ever be so crowned that of anyone
Such as I am the constant traveller who went nowhere
But still saw the world but yet yielded to the desire
I cannot so remain as I cannot so be anyone thing
Many harsh words will disbelieve around to sting
For every heart I encountered remains in my garden
The tree was planted and the fruits of this forever Eden
So now upon Peter’s gates I abound not to subscribe
As even hell will show me the road to forever ride
Cannot change what is wild and never to be tamed
No matter the anger and hate inflicted so I am blamed
We breathe and learn to live so here ends the story
I cannot say I can change but I can say that I am sorry
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