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Have you heard the ghosts that whisper after words, Like buzzing wasps? What basks in the senses, Tasked with pretenses, What gasps through wooden lips, Perched on limp wrists, Risks to burst, Like bustling beasts, Unmasking the notched face that exists beneath.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
The Ventriloquists
Have you heard the ghosts that whisper after words, Like buzzing wasps? What basks in the senses, Tasked with pretenses, What gasps through wooden lips, Perched on limp wrists, Risks to burst, Like bustling beasts, Unmasking the notched face that exists beneath.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
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