I've forgotten what it's like to talk to ghosts. To link arms and walk among them, speaking to them, through them. Their words are transparent; ghosts shadowed on ghosts. Drifting away the moment they are brought to life, these words that speak mountains and valleys.
We engineer great things, monuments to stand the times. But in the end, it's my pearly friends, that will still hold tight.
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