Porch
i sit by the porch
watching the ghosts f;y around
ivy hanging from the roof
and sun obscured by the fog
i sit by the porch
mourning all my losses-
'of dreams, people and memories',
that holds a knife on my throat
i sit by the porch
watching the ghosts fly around
i'm chained to a chair and
being forced to cry every november
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