The Real Ghost
The real ghost intercepted my way
A ghost determined to always stay
And throw stones of night running
Towards my intimate layering
A ghost shaped to shake my shape
Idealizing the reality in the shadow
And throw spears on the gape
Reading the unwritten of law
To mitigate the foul the fall
For footprints leave the mark
Erasing you stand beside all
Recording the twinning back
The cling of a chain in a seg'
The neck of the deceased lover
To tie a stray on earlier peg
Collapsing the now forever
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