You talk of the spirits you see
Where are they
I do not see
They talk with you
Walk with you
I do not see
What is it they say to you
Tell me
Is it through your looking glass you see
Your nose smells their linger in the air
I do not smell
You talk of a ghost that walks
Where
Pull yourself together prey please
I wish of you your looking glass
So I might see
 
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