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Here is the last installment about poetry that is not alive!
ghost poetry: Kayla
Kayla in the yard
with
September grass
graying
the angel
in the dream
screams
and
oh
victory to now undo the song of sun
of sun
so
fu sun
of
su
nfos
fu
nsuf
ofns
usn
fs
u
nf
so
fu
sno
fun
sos
fufnsos
sofnsosn
sosnfons
fons
fos
fnsofnsof
ghost poetry: lovers
lovers say hello
in
dreams
walking
on their heads
the ghosts in the lane
amidst
Sunday
sun
sun
sun
nnnnnn
nnn
n
n
n
n
n
n
nnn
n
n
ghost poetry: silent fade 3
she sings and
he sings
and she sings and he
sings and
she sings and
he
sings and
she sings
and
he
sings
and she sings and he sings and she sings and
he sings and
she
sing and he
sings
and
she sings and he
sings
and
she
sings
and
he
sings
an
d sh
e si
ng
s
a
nd
h
e
si
n
g
s
ghost poetry: telephone
the telephone rings
in
the dream
to
wake the king
and he sleeps
on
top of the world
and the sun
says
to the stars that
they
must kindly
sing
too
oooooooo
ghost poetry: wa
wa
w
a
w
a
w
a
ghost poetry: silent fade 4
the opposite of
dream
of
dream
o
f
d
r
e
a
m
.
.
.
.
ghost poetry: everyone
willem
kisses kayla
kisses
marla
kisses
i
iikkk
sss
