Friday, December 25, 2015

Feliz Natal

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Spectre
Radiohead

I'm lost,
I'm a ghost,
dispossessed,
taken host.
My hunger burns
a bullet hole,
a spectre of
my mortal soul.
These rumors
and suspicion,
anger is
a poison.
The only truth
that I could see
is when you put
your lips to me.
Futures tricked
by the past.
Spectre,
how he laughs.

Fear puts
a spell on us,
always second-
guessing love.
My hunger burns
a bullet hole,
a spectre of
my mortal soul.
The only truth
that I can see:
Spectre
has come for me.

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