Ghost Legend

You can make it
We all can make it
It's in the seconds,
The minutes,
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Sometimes, it's better not to speak
Than to be judged for your words.
Excuse me for not believing in fairies,
I was raised by this dirt
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Up on this mountain,
A clear fountain
Distills water.
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Tribes chanted of the heavens
Kings called out to themselves
Governments learned their lessons
Religion rules us all
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Did I ever rant about my Lucky Bamboo plant?
Lucky, of course, because it needs no land.
The world is scant, although a sycophant,
And this beauty needs not a hand.
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These wheels spin
To stares engulfing grins.
No one wants this thing;
The blatant rush drives patience thin.
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Our windows to the outside world
See all there is to be—
How many a man and woman fold
Their souls into inhumanity.
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Why are women Geisha?
No, not in a white mask,
But in their breath and past?
What a confusing behavior!
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I want to be free,
Lost in a sea of beauty,
Fleeing life's tragedy.
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Weathered wings doing wretched things
On my life, wringing everything.
I hear him breathe, as a disease,
Slowly consuming.
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Sometimes, I feel like a toy.
No, not a real boy.
Joy comes through me
Until I'm broken.
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You and I are never going to be the same.
People, like the seasons, change.
Could it be that treason's fame
Is through collective, not individual, gain?
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What I'd do for another whisper from that voice,
Pleading, bleeding, calling out for my choice.
Say' it'd been the wrong waist—a waste
Within horses of troy, chasing a pace
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My apologies to you, Rose,
For misunderstanding
Where we were to go
Or what would happen.
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We can run away from it as much as we want,
But the truth is always there,
Self-aware.
I have never loved myself enough to be alone
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There's nothing to know
There's nothing to hear
There's nothing to fear
There's nothing to feel
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Took my love through Hell;
She soaked in the flames—
Dispatch, she's ready.
Flee on a plane.
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Fiery dark opals light up the sky;
Only if we could grasp these minds
Around touch of sights, lick of limes,
Outstretched intimacies of our time,
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Listen to those sounds, her moans
Of pure orgasm—You know
There's not a way back by morning.
A cab will pick her up—a goner.
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