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knocking ghosts
rattles in the night lights upon the winding road wet with late evening rain winding so winding again bitter cold still far away cold as here or cold may stay the shadows upon path where walking dark in the past barely lit barely seen glaces upon a spectral sheen the pulsing throb of rotating blades illusory transitory upon memory up late for ending week finding sudden sleep |
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old ghosts have a way of sucking up the warmth
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the wiss of the speeding wheel slishing past windows paint and chrome the sound of welcome the sound of home busy as you want to or stop in the streetlight cast at 2am far and wonder if there is another star glints and true they are past horizon way overdue and winking gleeful they assume that throne the past is starried a star from home |
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haunts locale the wiss of the speeding wheel slishing past windows paint and chrome the sound of welcome the sound of home busy as you want to or stop in the streetlight cast at 2am far and wonder if there is another star glints and true they are past horizon way overdue and winking gleeful they assume that throne the past is starried a star from home familiar beacons of light on a solitary journey nicely done! |
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