Hollowed out ghosts linger on my tongue
And tickle my mind
Scratching at the back of my teeth
But never leave my lips.
Faded places writher in my eyes,
And seep into my thoughts.
Trickling down my hands
But never escape my fingertips.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
Hollowed out ghosts linger on my tongue
And tickle my mind
Scratching at the back of my teeth
But never leave my lips.
Faded places writher in my eyes,
And seep into my thoughts.
Trickling down my hands
But never escape my fingertips.
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