I shared rooms then with the Holy
Ghost
Who had long since left Heaven
Hoping to be missed, to be mourned.
He paid his rent, didn't leave dishes in the sink,
Seldom spoke. Most days he spent listening
For the jangle of blessed boots and spurs
That troops of mounted angels might make
Riding earthwards in desperate haste.
Who had long since left Heaven
Hoping to be missed, to be mourned.
He paid his rent, didn't leave dishes in the sink,
Seldom spoke. Most days he spent listening
For the jangle of blessed boots and spurs
That troops of mounted angels might make
Riding earthwards in desperate haste.
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