The Ghost Writer
The literary days
were nights of wind vigils.
ancient trees,
Retellings,
Hauntedblack muscles,
of the brainpower,
insisting on the lost dreams,
loading their diaries,
their secret lives,
Pointless lovers
with broken hearts,
good intentions,
Vagued jaws
of human descendance
Passions as decadence,
givenlives,
as shinning remembrance,
Exorcise,
commemorate their names,
Dug their graves,
Human betrayals,
Earth's DNA connected veins,
ingrained by faults,
sins,
the history of blood,
the devils hearts,
given as
a white paper's
mistaken identities,
Conscience, blank confessions,
where the gnomes,
groans, moaning,
the unrested souls,
seek closures, clearances,
as an obsessions,
Great writes,
of every ghost writer,
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