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paper ghosts.

Poetry By: sweet agony xo

a poem that doesnt make sense.

Submitted:Nov 10, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

the sun came up while it was still dark

the graveyard ghosts were swimming in the sun

for a deaf little wretch heard the noise

of the screaming ghosts

crying for help as they started to drown in the light of the watery sun

a blind old man

saw the commotion

and chuggled the sun away

with all the power and all the noise

it frightened the wet paper ghosts away.


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