What pours out from you, when you are alone?
Hovering over the well of souls, Overcome by the surreal,Ghosts living in lucid life,Swimming before my eyes.
No word is a waste of breath attached to my life's line journey through time, Trying to leave empty, Notification signal of into forever of immortal regrets, Words left unwritten at war within, I know the importance & strength of every character that arrives uninvited upon my ethereal neglected pages. My last letter... Life's lingering treasure.
In earnest anticipation of,
Death
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