Avi MargolisMar 19, 20171 min readGhost MotherShe waits at the doorArms open, heart closed,And you run towardsHer cold embrace.She holds you closeArms tight, heartbeat slow,And you feel the iceWithin her veins.
She waits at the doorArms open, heart closed,And you run towardsHer cold embrace.She holds you closeArms tight, heartbeat slow,And you feel the iceWithin her veins.
Shooting StarI wish upon a star Only to find That in the time I took Divining my deepest desire It had already fallen
Breakfast TimeMorning illuminates you like a dream Stuck with the sleep in my eyes You are sweeter than my coffee Into which I add 2 spoons of sugar...
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