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white ghost

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rest brings melody

for the clock is still in time

folks are respected

yet fail to see their own traitory toward there blood

the tower bailed when needed the most

light become impossibly out of reach

learning blasphemy from a retired hope

darkness present comatose when irony played along

though sense is what viewed outside the box

yet reciprocally numb

the church yard is what i seek

for sense and belief is insane

wrecking a white ghost





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