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Ghost. |
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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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What is haunted, when all you have is alone and the wind is blowing blankets through the city to your doorstep, you are dreaming that the water's gone but it's always visible, closed eyes see the signs, you're walking with your feet strapped down by mud, and twig-lined tennis shoes and the man on the corner, he seems to have perfected the blues shaking hands for a dollar with the lady from the evening news channel that no one watches anymore, there is no news, this world is a ghost and this town is lined with almosts- almost bearable, almost better, almost less broken than before Almost a ghost that she is wringing her hands to, you are cleaning the car to the sound of superstition, of chainsaws gutting and they are cutting through and the silence is not silence anymore. |
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sim0riah Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 253Wyoming USA |
Allysa this is very very nice. I love the analogies in this and the ending is magnificent! Very nice indeed Rich |
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