Love your Ghosts (continued...)

..well, not quite nothing, for it is fear that keeps us alive, right?

Where her tears did fall,
she did so dig.

Her wide opened branches slowly faded into a waking dream.
There was no one else to blame for her insanity, you see,
for she herself drove herself insane.

What you fear the most is your own true beauty.
Let her shine, and be afraid no more.

Open the door.

I see a face.
I see eyes so wide and blue.

'They're beautiful, aren't they?'

''I only invoked what you already knew.''

I hear her voice much clearly now
and I fear death less the more I grow.

Love is in everything, you see,
and her waves of whispers come not too soon.

'Trust the ants,' they said, as they mounted their horses.

Saliva rises and falls and pours, along her motioned milky tongue.
The buds are sticky in June, I said
and indeed,
I already knew.

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