eventually is home
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ghostthe holiest words oft go unspoken
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dust is the taste of the sun after dawn

eventually is home

by redactedlitany

my soul is old



older than the dust that settles in


the creaking bones, the hollow marrow,


the leather lungs of the ghost long dead

o, old my soul may be,

yet this heartache is older;

an antiquity, an ancient thing

of stone and wood long dead

petrified,

eternal

o'er my first and final breath

it has long stood watch, stood wait,

stood present, and o'er my first and final

will it die with me

but not just yet

not yet

never yet

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