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Sep 26
Standing in the blue light
Visible for all but eyes
I’ve got ghosts that take my place for me
Golden dust when sun goes low
Sifting through the air and snow
Don’t forget me when I never show

You’ll know when I come home

I’ve got things I have to do
***** dishes, ***** shoes
These bleached hands are not meant
for you

This blood, these veins
I’ve traded it all off for
Grand escapes
Can you tell I’m making it up
each day?
It’s too late to say that I’m not
the same

Go ahead, pull the trigger
This is bigger than us both
Even if it’s just beginning
There’s be meaning in it too
I’ve made my bed
Will the world sleep in it?
Even if you’re late
Can you say that it looks pretty?

Mongrel in an alleyway
Bleeding but I’ll never say
You’re the snow I stain my virtues on
Skin me like an animal
Gentle hands and carved out bones
Will you still smile when you catch sight my ghost?

Only you’ll know when I’m home
Em
Written by
Em  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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