A place like home
I've been kissed by ghosts a thousand times
searching for people hidden
an aged magazine
filled in voices of shadows
blind fingers
chaotically touching the third eye
retain silence
screaming my name
caved
the fury of a tsunami wipes
last fingerprint...
who just walk past
it's not welcome on the altar
of my soul
barefoot
written first love story
the only room
for
my body
faith
purity
and
ETERNITY.
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