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Apr 26, 2006 00:25

I've seen ghosts. wallowing in their mire,
as their mistress looms among the spires,

oh of course, the birds
like i do they speak, ghosts through the boards,
whistle in the racket,

hidden beneath the cracks.
with the fire to our backs,

speaking to the forest
feeding to the white.
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