©2021 Michael Raven
in the shadowlands and their loathsome lonely i talk to ghosts who with nothing much to say they nod and murmur grow distant, fade away away away their talk, idle stuff small talk soliloquy lacking depth, substance phantom words from phantom mouths and, like the ash in the plains weightless, choking and tastelessly crisp lost paper dolls at the forever party doldrum
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