Friday, June 28, 2013

Ghost Town

Have they died
Out. The voices
In your head,
Are you calm now,
Come now. Take a seat
Talk a bit. The crowd
In your head
Is gone now
The factory of your
Mind. Is shut down
For now. I hope
You can focus
Your gaze.
The squint suits you
Not. Not now
Permit me entry
In your macabre
Thoughts. Think of me
Dream of what we had
Once. Re-seam the coat
Of our acquaintance
The edges are roughened



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