lightning cracks the sky
wind battering the skin
leaves fighting the air
and i think your ghost is here.
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PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
excerpt #042
lightning cracks the sky
wind battering the skin
leaves fighting the air
and i think your ghost is here.
