The Ghost Fog

[life_blood_love]

My ghost slips from my body; melding to and then passing through the window into the nights. I slowly sink--soaring over the wet black top. The pale light of the streetlamps filter through the thick fog. I am not here. I skim the surface of revelation while floating down the hill. I smoke off the steps like a heavy mist slipping into the

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[da_penmarker_g]

I like this a lot