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We are Ghosts
Without the night
We are nothing
But floating masses
We scare others
Especially those who do not see
For what we are
What we have been
Was fabricated
And righteously untold
This sphere of deceit
Traps our love
In which we neither swim nor sink
Nothing could ever separate us
Not even the Almighty,
Or so it seems
Apart as we once were,
Standing on opposites
Divided by Him
We are ghosts
Different from the rest,
Afraid of others
Vanan,
this seems like an entirely new poem... but the title sounds familiar... or is this an edited one from an earlier piece...
i can comprehend this one the first level, but im not sure if there is a second, or even third level to it...
cheerios,
jas