Post by Sarai Mishka (@svrvimvshkv) on Thu, 10 Aug 17 14:40:30 +0000 View Full Post You haven't told me. Do you, would you, tempt me. Out of this broken smoke. You haunt my dreams. A vulgar ghost. A willing vehemence, a loathsome bone. I find myself always alone. Looking up. I'm wrong.