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A Ghost I Am To You
With cold dead hands,
a ghost I am
to you alone now.
With cold dead hands
that are unseen,
unfelt, and unanticipated.
With cold dead hands,
my visits unknown to you
making you shiver,
and lips embalmed in ice.
With cold dead hands,
I will call on you
to feel your fire of life.
With cold dead hands,
it’s almost as we were.
We are one in ice again.
a ghost I am
to you alone now.
With cold dead hands
that are unseen,
unfelt, and unanticipated.
With cold dead hands,
my visits unknown to you
making you shiver,
and lips embalmed in ice.
With cold dead hands,
I will call on you
to feel your fire of life.
With cold dead hands,
it’s almost as we were.
We are one in ice again.
Published 13th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
13th Jan 2023 4:15am
Snowfall and these icy, frozen, dead hands ....this snow ghost is very scary... 💀
13th Jan 2023 1:17pm
I like the exquisite, icy resonance of this...
Like a machine of ice...
In form and function...
Like a machine of ice...
In form and function...
