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“Only
times
and places,
only
names
and ghosts.”
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~ Aldous Huxley
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Elfje: Cinquaiin
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spook
lost soul
not a trace
to haunt my place
ghost
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Tanka: 5,7,5 7,7
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his story was sad
he needed a ghostwriter
read but never seen
to tell his tale or go mad
would it end up as fiction
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Poem:
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the old town clock rang in the hour
what was I doing up at three in the morning
a ghostly sound from atop of the tower
an omen, was it the specters fair warning
a mist blew in from across the bay
adding an echo to the eerie sound
moonlight made everything appear a whitewash grey
a distant foghorn was heard in the background
the smell of salt water hug in the air
the senses aroused made my hair stand on end
muscles tensed, awaiting a scare
at that moment I needed a friend
the alarm was loud, the fog slowly lifted
hate those dreams that are so totally vivid
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ME and the Boss
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