Abracadabra!
Abracadabra!
Abracadabra!
If only these chants could give life
I would have called your ghost memory
Which stays in my head
And give our initial meeting
A static life
So you’ll be that sweet being under my feet
Even if there are hot coals under your seat
What good is this us
When you live in my past?
What good is this us
When I live in your past?
Ghost hovering in minds
Playing flashbacksÂ
And refusing to be forgotten
If you were in ink
I’d have made you alive with more ink
How do I make the past present?
Ghosts hovering in minds un-wavered
Ghosts crying in minds so defeated
Ghosts hovering in wishes unfulfilled
Leave your posts and grant yourselves some mercy killings
This treasure here needs to break free
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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