Tell a truth, or tell a lie


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wordsforghosts's avatarWords for Ghosts

I get hammered, forget you exist / there’s no way I’m forgetting this”*

That city turning pink
in the sun’s slow descent;
the night air still vibrant
yet gentle now
                      as if
in its old age the day
had finally found a way to be kind
& calm without losing all passion for
the fire
          of summer;

your hair, shed like feathers discovered in

my bed,
a mess of tresses untangled
& tangled again.

Now all only a memory

of a scent & the slope of your shoulders
at 5 a.m in the morning;

photographs of long lost days

when we still adored each other,
before the decay became
                                       poison:

the silence, the speech, the…

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