Ghost

I am again in this season and quiet city
Sleeping with the windows open
Won’t you come in and join in my
Dreaming?
I grow bored directing you to extremes
With my sleeping mind.
In this season, once again,
Come in
Let your name become safe in my mouth again.

 
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