The Ghosts You Draw On My Back


The wind plays flute
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You will touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back
Walk the shore
To impossible
Shout at screaming waves
Shout at silent rocks
I think tonight
I'll dream of salty tounges
So tears drips down my legs







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