Thursday, January 24, 2013

Poem, All Empty Echos of Ghosts

I have ended and shredded
So many things
Projects and objects
Deleted the rings

Were they all echos
Were they all ghosts
Were they all shock waves
Was I their host

Maybe they were parasites
Washed away clean
Maybe they don't exist
And never were dreamed

--EVE Featherstone

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