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Haunting, A Pale Voice
If a spirit isn't naked it has no soul,
haunting, as I touch a pale voice
of memories and fading swarms
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
behind the veil of hollow eyes
blushing a tallow orange
of unconditional love sworn
obsessed with a poetic ligature
inhaling a sweet caress
striking a Lucifer's coiled snake
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
haunting, as I touch a pale voice
of memories and fading swarms
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
behind the veil of hollow eyes
blushing a tallow orange
of unconditional love sworn
obsessed with a poetic ligature
inhaling a sweet caress
striking a Lucifer's coiled snake
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
Published 7th Aug 2023
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