We'd walk for hours
without speaking.
The use of a speacial sign language
was what we spoke,
pointing fingers,
circling our arms,
sometimes curling fingers
to assure ourselves
everything was a-okay.
Tapping magazines
while resting in sand
& the occasional explosion,
screaming
or automatic fire
was all we ever heard
in ghostland.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
We'd walk for hours
without speaking.
The use of a speacial sign language
was what we spoke,
pointing fingers,
circling our arms,
sometimes curling fingers
to assure ourselves
everything was a-okay.
Tapping magazines
while resting in sand
& the occasional explosion,
screaming
or automatic fire
was all we ever heard
in ghostland.
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