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Parlor
For the ghost, half-asleep in a parlor,
I know you're singing for deafened ears.
Verses of night and the shipless harbor
evaporate like your spectral tears.
Living while unliving, here while no more,
everything seems so strange near dawn.
Azure out the windows, garlands on the door,
visions of starsailors appear on your lawn.
Even though your time's been pawned,
soon the manor shall hear your song.
Loving while unloved, a night-shrouded martyr,
everything feels so familiar in dreams.
For the ghost, half-awake in the parlor,
to you I'll guide the purifying streams.
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I know you're singing for deafened ears.
Verses of night and the shipless harbor
evaporate like your spectral tears.
Living while unliving, here while no more,
everything seems so strange near dawn.
Azure out the windows, garlands on the door,
visions of starsailors appear on your lawn.
Even though your time's been pawned,
soon the manor shall hear your song.
Loving while unloved, a night-shrouded martyr,
everything feels so familiar in dreams.
For the ghost, half-awake in the parlor,
to you I'll guide the purifying streams.
#writco #WritcoQuote #poetry
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