Oh, the ghosts emerge, outPreaching tonightGoing with, not going withoutHosts of slight sensory organs reaching for meIn greeting of screeching most gentleI reciprocate freelyI walk with the parade untilWe rest in the place our soul stayedWhere we bear our sleeping selfGhosts come and go but never fadeHere, tonight, awake we delveInto choice to offerHearing those […]

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