No wash of surface, no flood of sea, no beckoning that which should come naturally.
No loss of thought, but lost inside, no longer strong enough to hide.
The ones we love, the ones we don't. The things we should do, and some we won't.
All that matters is here and gone, It shines so bright, but then just shone.
A fleeting ghost not trapped by walls.
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