Sunday, April 13, 2008

Moving On

You must have come in,

to the garden late last night,

so silent and hidden from sight.

Turned yourself outside in,

and silently slipped away,

leaving your skin.

Hallow eyed and empty grin,

shedding your ghostly shroud,

ready to begin again.

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