Haunted

My hands are soft with baby cream
I drift through halls and down the stairs

The night is cool and still
The night is a beginning
Not an end

Iâ??m out on the terrace on my own
And wink to make out things
Sunflowers as tall as I
Empty bottles along the barn

I used to be a ghost
Now Iâ??m haunted
I love it the most
When it numbs my head

Iâ??m learning how to feed on things
Almost unseen to the eye

Sleepless from too much beauty
I know this fever will never die

I used to be a ghost
Now Iâ??m haunted
I love it the most
When it numbs my head

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