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Grime and Ghosts
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I thought I could hear the spirits that linger
in the safety of the shifting pages of books,
that I watched the turning ground with glass golden eyes,
my smile breaking apart the sunrise.
I used to tell tantalizing stories that dripped
sickly sweet lies and blackened gritty truths.
Once I tried to weigh out the heavy thoughts that men carry,
and dissect their greying living hearts.
I thought that the wolves danced secret sacred dances,
that the trees whispered wandering wisps of truth,
that held the essence of trial and love.
But here I stand in the breaking sunrise,
as my smile shatters on the ground.
Here I lay in the stiff arms of books,
my own ghosts throwing out pleas in the dark
Look at me with my glittering eagle eyes
covered in the red of a thousand sins.
Here I am, chocking out glass shards of stories,
as they cut up the spirits of books in in the wind.
in the safety of the shifting pages of books,
that I watched the turning ground with glass golden eyes,
my smile breaking apart the sunrise.
I used to tell tantalizing stories that dripped
sickly sweet lies and blackened gritty truths.
Once I tried to weigh out the heavy thoughts that men carry,
and dissect their greying living hearts.
I thought that the wolves danced secret sacred dances,
that the trees whispered wandering wisps of truth,
that held the essence of trial and love.
But here I stand in the breaking sunrise,
as my smile shatters on the ground.
Here I lay in the stiff arms of books,
my own ghosts throwing out pleas in the dark
Look at me with my glittering eagle eyes
covered in the red of a thousand sins.
Here I am, chocking out glass shards of stories,
as they cut up the spirits of books in in the wind.
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