Bones that walk,
skeletons that talk;
living who are not,
conscious without thought.
Paradox
quite unorthodox;
death where life should be,
thought, no sympathy.
Ghostly pale,
yet it can exhale.
No one ever sees;
this spirit can breathe.
Frustration
but ideation.
needing and wanting,
love but not haunting.
It can't be,
ever to be seen,
ever to be held;
all emotions quelled.
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