Is this what I feel i need to do

 

This ghost house

This  feeling

I've been here a while

and  I feel the walls get painted on me

The taste of oxymorons and poetry  help

music is gold in a house of silver

And I am truly indigenous to the sound of some whimsy feeling

the winter blues arises

and the comfort of my bed is needed

or maybe I lack a friend and a lover

in myself

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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