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the opposite of ghosts
aloof as moon awaiting dawn
eyes linger on electric waves
mirages on the ceiling tiles
our measured breath-fall keeping time
eyes linger on electric waves
the press of you the weight of years
our measured breath-fall keeping time
your soul and spirit’s loss of me
the press of you the weight of years
the mem’ry of your every dance
your soul and spirit's loss of me
the trappings of a happy life
the mem’ry of your every dance
the joy we sold for pretty things
the trappings of a happy life
and now remain as empty shells
the joy we sold for pretty things
we spent our love in prophets’ waste
and now remain as empty shells
become the opposite of ghosts
we spent our love in prophets’ waste
mirages on the ceiling tiles
become the opposite of ghosts
aloof as moon awaiting dawn
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