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[aid] => mick
[title] => ghost
[time] => 2019-08-16 08:33:29
[hometext] => all we hope to be is
[bodytext] => ghost
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get a life of feeling dead,
given smoke to clear the head
go and detonate a perfect mystery.
get to hear whats unsaid.
got the pressure where it bled.
go explode into a low catastrophe.
get a tongue in the ring,
get that fire burning clean.
give a roar even walls can not ignore.
get a grip. get a thing.
get enough suffering?
given shallow grave, a ghost. nothing more.
Joshua Howell
poem #229
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