Title: My Deceased Conjoined Twin
by Craig from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, love
There are ghosts
to the northern side
dancing between the canopy
of a morning light,
There are flickers
of the stir of life
the reflection of flash
as the camera collects the tide,
I want to be beside you
all of the time
watching your eyes luminescent
with the glow of fireflies,
In truth I don't know how I ever coped
without you in my life.
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