This being, is a ghost in wary distance,
Vaguely grotesque,
Obscured and silent,
How could you have seen?
Your future is a foggy vision,
Your life was uncertain,
Your secrets—still hidden,
And your scars remained,
Apprehended,
Souls collided...
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
This being, is a ghost in wary distance,
Vaguely grotesque,
Obscured and silent,
How could you have seen?
Your future is a foggy vision,
Your life was uncertain,
Your secrets—still hidden,
And your scars remained,
Apprehended,
Souls collided...
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