Wednesday, August 31, 2011

she can almost see me...

i love it when this girl comes here,
she is drawn here, 
i think by me.
she hears
voices and reads
tea leaves that make her believe
the dead speak to her.
if she only knew
the truth though
that the dead cannot speak,
our voices have been silenced and the only
sounds they hear from "the beyond" are 
conflagrations of imaginations and confusions in
their own feeble minds.
i wish i could speak to her because 
she is indeed so lovely,
and lonely...
why would such a sweet
child come spend
a gorgeous day
alone in the
land of the

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