Apr 2015
She's ghost-bound
Dead,
Counting silent breath
On airwaves--
And oaken elephants--
Weather through
The distillation
Of time-
We're time-travelling
Whispers; nanoseconds
Catching spores,
Spelling--
She's mine-
My only one.
Dead,
Counting silent breath
On airwaves--
And oaken elephants--
Weather through
The distillation
Of time-
We're time-travelling
Whispers; nanoseconds
Catching spores,
Spelling--
She's mine-
My only one.
Been a while, since words spoke.
(M/United Kingdom)
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