Echoes.Ghosts

As soon as all your dreams are gold
The leaves
Will fall and burn auburn all

And so
Like an echo
Like a ghost
You're all of these
And none of these
At all

She wears the storm for clothes
And teaches
The marrow inside your bones

To glow
For when we die
We die alone
And we're given this light to
Shine our footsteps
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Writer(s): Michael Lomerson
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