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it's the days that I sleep through that the ghosts come closest to finally touching my skin, brushing the hair from my forehead, and loving me as a parent loves a child
it's the nights that I fill with smoke and fire that the ghosts run away...
and it's in the afternoons that I walk with you, and talk with you, burn daylight with you and self-soothe next to you, that we walk in the paths that our ghosts will return to one day
i wish you would call me, in this momentous moment you are the only ghost that matters
you know that it never mattered to me how our ghosts spent their time
it only mattered that you called
it's the nights that I fill with smoke and fire that the ghosts run away...
and it's in the afternoons that I walk with you, and talk with you, burn daylight with you and self-soothe next to you, that we walk in the paths that our ghosts will return to one day
i wish you would call me, in this momentous moment you are the only ghost that matters
you know that it never mattered to me how our ghosts spent their time
it only mattered that you called
