We All

by jerrontables

No you don’t.

Nevermore.

Borrowed bodies walk about.

No you don’t

Toast the ghost,

Kiss the carbon trickle out.

 

Wander on.

Venture through.

Promenade the roundabout,

Evermore,

Vapors spill,

Mix with steam, and peter out.

 

I have your picture on my wall,
It really hasn’t changed at all,
I have your picture on my wall,
It’s really not the same.

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