This house is full of ghosts You staring blankly from your pillow like a translucent photograph behind glass How unfair of me the tables suddenly overturned on you still the shock of surprise on your parted lips I can hear you crying from across the city the honest ache of departure ravaging your skin and how difficult it was how terribly difficult to see you dangling at the end of the phone line crying for rescue and with the sharp edge of my words, I cut you off For the depth of the fall I cannot see you coming back and now I have told everyone confessed to the crime so that we will not remain faceless and innocent but irreversibly broken and dead forever From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
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I saw you on television Very clean Your 2-dimensional belly like cellophane Rhythmatic crafted fise and fall Sweating in the bright lights And wondered how long until you fell apart behind the cameras like wet cardboard under the slightest whisper of weather From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
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