| what was it you wanted us to say after you died it’s awful without you making sound exist you said ponder this but none of us can remember what now dear please speak up when quaking became zeal to open nothing now but a medieval barking gargoyle whoever gave you the tambourine shall be sheriff of my tender zoo I am not here I am in the future where I have always been please hurry back and forth to kiss me my ghost Copyright © 2014 by CAConrad. Used with permission of the author. |
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