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Ghosts are knocking at the door
Let's let them in and get acquainted
So rudimentary this becomes
When we deny what makes us sacred
Oh how I ache to share a bed
With you and not be caught between
The little things I love and
All our other secret occupancies

I'm so far
Into unraveling
And it's such a shame
To cut down the frayed ends
Will I be the same?
Where do I begin?

Ghosts are charging from the door
In mutiny to take the helm
When I just want the absent rhythm
Of my feet on cobblestone
And oh, the ache of presence
Is unbearable in games we play
To build up this exquisite corpse
Dilutes me with each passing day

I'm so far
Into this traveling
And it's such a shame
How we both transgress
Occupants of mine
While I occupy this

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