The only place you can see me anymore: the haunted house of the Internet.
Where all the ghouls go
to their little deaths.
I nearly killed you so it is only right that you tightened
the ligature.
It is only right that you wander and Ouija and wonder here.
Because it is the right thing to do: ghost me for all Eternity,
darling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! Ms.Farvour has such talent! I lover her!