
I have a ghost She sings me lullabies I am her child.
I am underwater Her voice filtered By particles of oxygen.
With her I can breath I can harmonize I am her mother
I have a ghost She sings me lullabies I am her child.
I am underwater Her voice filtered By particles of oxygen.
With her I can breath I can harmonize I am her mother
exploring Truth in art.
Blogging from the Upper Peninsula North Woods...
681 true stories from the Southern Gothic heart of one Florida town
Diana R Zimmerman
Artful, Conscious Living with Bipolar Disorder
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Too many reincarnations in a single lifetime to trust this one.