memories, dreams flow like the river.
its force creates a vibration much like a locomotive
there is no love here it has been carried down stream
the echo
a ghost
it cannot be stopped, only muffled
we drop hope in the shape of a paper boat
on the waters edge.
a love letter to the sea
the walls talk to me
heat vibrates in the air
the ghosts cry out in silence
to be paper boats
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