Not gentle into that good night
still is the written word
Not gentle into that good night
dragged over jagged rocks, the current
leaving bits of me on the shore
here comes the dawn, again
a world that could have been
like the world of music lost in this broken dream of keys
ghosts don’t exist but hauntings are real, more real than this
reality, these
tears every day […]
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