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Ghost Poem :
she looks at the world from
another side of the window
her essence a sandy presence
before an astral stage curtain
elevator hallucinations
my mind caught
between piped ideas and
tea cloud beams
my heart waiting
with anticipation, struggling
with her nightmares
hour of solitary in meditation
I have looked into antiquity
to find her name waited for
her to show her self to me,
to disclose where I can find
her prediction, looking to
understand what is it that has
brought her here, what makes me
want to give my soul to her cause
I have told her I would
follow her wherever
she desires, to be with her,
our spirits as one
searching heavens eventide
looking to find the next
dimension, the meaning behind
death, before it's too late
our souls binned outside life's prisms,
her ghost shadow, waiting for me to
find the consequence of our purgatory
she looks at the world from
another side of the window
waiting for my resolve her love
comforting my soul, I would
destroy your world to free her
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