you are this ghost
that haunts my life not dead i'll never meet you i would not recognize you if we passed on the street you've seared my heart my precious one through him me and my babies i feel all that you gave your fetish your anger your ideas often pondered what drives what needs compels beyond my perception knowledge imagination these broken threads weave into the lives of so so many endlessly haunting through words through touch through fears, lust, anxiety haunting through generations haunting forgotten hidden still haunting
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AuthorBA Hubert lives in Vancouver British Columbia, a long time writer wanna be with the metal boxes of unfinished manuscripts and the rejection letters to prove it. Archives
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