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Ghosts In the Sheets
Can you tell I am missing wherever you are? Do you call my name upon the night? Is there a part of you searching for the missing pieces of me? A paper is a cold lonely world without your heartbeat Of course the curious question is do I miss it? I wonder what I look like now, would there be a change in my eyes? Do you see it? Sometimes when the stars come out, I remember. I call out across the sky but slowly I learned; you can't hear me anymore. For months I waited, hiding between pages in the space between words, but you couldn't see me anymore. The world was haunted, full of so many ghosts, the beckoned. I went. I tread where mortality was forbidden. And like faeries, the ghosts forbid me return. They lulled me to sleep slowly at night and I slowly forgot why I should ever wake up. Once or twice I thought I heard you but they were dreams and slowly those faded too. The ghosts turned into just sheets I slept in and then I can't remember. Who are you? Are the dreams just ghosts caught in cobwebs in my head? So tonight I will lay us down to sleep with the sound of your voice upon the night unless it's just a ghost screaming.
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