Holy War

We all see ghosts—at least do I. They hang, sometimes, inside the mind the vision spots: fractured slits of broke morality They linger in the memory and sometimes make their presence known to tempt or tease or taunt. – They are because we put them there and loved them—once—from deep inside and gave too much […]

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  Walk out across the lonely hills. Stand still and shiver with the trees. The chilling breezes creep on through  the gaping holes that no one sees, and, ghost-like, walk among the daffodils.   The silence hovers like a cloak. She covers secrets in the air— lost words, lost songs, lost screams, lost souls— that no […]

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