Orbs In the Blood
As we sit at this cafe.
The shadows contorting objects in a warped
sense of comedy.
I sip back on a particularly satisfying mocha.
Take it all in.
Listening to the crickets get frantic in a nearby creek.
One of them must have played in the forbidden key. Apparently.
Then reverb, crescendo, reverb, escalation.
Mass hysteria! Lol.
As I laugh, when my soul is raw.
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I realize you are the ghost that scours my veins.
The one that has shared everything with me.
Play by play.
Me and my Guardian Angel love you my Lord.
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