Dec 27th, 2016

Alone and ghostly lit,
I sip my liquid black.
An Eerily blue hue,
is all I have left.

Notes dance silently,
I can no longer hear.
Mumbling stumbles softly,
I have no voice.

I can tap. I can swipe.
Surrounded by those love,
I am still alone, blue, ghostly lit.

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