Something
amazing
--and odd, to say the least--
unites the ghosts standing on the precipice.
The ghosts are ghosts
--they cannot die;
they have long been deceased--
Yet they don't comprehend,
and are restless;
they cannot find peace.
Strange, compelling longings
--wouldn't you say?--
unite the ghosts standing on the precipice.
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