Our Shattered Selves
As time and patience fly
Love buds and awaits to die.
Are we not all lost ghosts?
Ghosts of our shattered selves,
Ghosts of our invented selves,
Ghosts of the loves we invent
Before we die in the intent.
Love buds and awaits to die.
Are we not all lost ghosts?
Ghosts of our shattered selves,
Ghosts of our invented selves,
Ghosts of the loves we invent
Before we die in the intent.
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