( A repost, if you will. )
Has my wicked mind, my dulcet ghosts, have they amused you whilst your eyes fought so hard to keep awakened?
Have these phantoms, pale-faced as they are, whispering words, and wide-eyed, Have they pleased you?
Stolen a glance of your grace..
Turned to resemble your fate..
Tell me.
How does it feel to be waiting, and wanted
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