Silvery ghosts hang still in the air,
Standing in silence, empty stares,
Forgotten in life and now in death,
So cold, without pulse or breath,
Still statues left alone to weep,
Through restless, transient sleep,
No love, no hunger, no thirst nor lust,
Everything gone, a life left to dust,
Static souls without further purpose,
But to stand still in this ethereal circus.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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@naaviie well, not gushing or anything, they're all good but something 👻 about this on appeals to my love of all things ghostie,
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