Mar 2023
I'm lonely as a
dancing ghost in
empty Halls,
waltzing through
memories of a
Banquet set for
many, yet no one arrived.
I long for
her on winter nights
when Christmas is a lie.
dancing ghost in
empty Halls,
waltzing through
memories of a
Banquet set for
many, yet no one arrived.
I long for
her on winter nights
when Christmas is a lie.
(56/M/Clear Lake)
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