they twist my limbs and heal the rot
they set the stage and play the part
they help me smile when I am weak
they entertain the thoughts I call bleak
they laugh and sing and gaze at stars
they never tear my mind apart
I cannot see them, only feel
their emotions heavy but lack evil
if harbored love could fly from skins
and translate into everything
the grass, the life, the people near
then ghosts may walk through me once again
they need not permission or doors or keys
just dreams that fuel my fantasy
and only when my job is done
can we both move on as peaceful ones.
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