Ghost Theory
she made of me a being of floor
quite a small walker in the sky
a researcher in the scream of angel
I am the imperfect where the mouth speaks
I am the ugly because the soul is quiet
and the rest of my theory
my small prose of the arguments
unsaid
cursed
for the love of the faithful love
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