Ghosts in the machine, lost in Lachine,
driving past places of Nord Montreal,
can y'all find me along the canal?
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Went searching you see for the ghosts in the machine
and found none but heard them banging on
the pipes and wires, knew they'd been there
before and everywhere.
I swung round with my torch and
saw bats hanging in places that hadn't been
touched and I am worried that maybe
just maybe
I need to burn the place down
before I go back again.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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