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The ghosts are hungry- Feasting on the wide eyes that lay Through the early mornings dark- Hiding from the dreams- Hunting flesh- Hunting memories tucked away Beneath the comforts of their pillow cases So they lay- Warm to the touch- Soft But cold- Brittle within- Cradled by intent- Through the dark ante meridiem (C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Ante Meridiem
The ghosts are hungry- Feasting on the wide eyes that lay Through the early mornings dark- Hiding from the dreams- Hunting flesh- Hunting memories tucked away Beneath the comforts of their pillow cases So they lay- Warm to the touch- Soft But cold- Brittle within- Cradled by intent- Through the dark ante meridiem (C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
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