Laughter conceives a spirit,
tears a phantom spawn.
Incumbate your dream's demise,
feed what you can't leave behind.
Memories die.
A ghost is born.
i wrote this on my handphone like a million years ago, but somehow tonight i decided to post it here. what it means i probably forgot, except the last line is obviously ripped off from wilco's latest album title. maybe i was trying to make sense of what the line meant. but i think it must have come after i met certain people i was trying to forget
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