traveling ghost

Where is your home dear
Is it mine you told or its a place for temporary shade
Come again to burn them to be left
Seek again when I built them half
Like a dust some memories are
Its stained in my days of December
Poisonous as you speak into my lungs
And question my heart
My lungs is now intoxicated, it did loved to whisper
But it doesn’t breath now an answer
Disappointingly walked ..looking me go insane
Ending with burst laughter, you are seen

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