this_old_haunt camille This old haunt i never left we whisper over drummed keys perhaps someone will read the pool and reflect as is with hope in common our words our ears our meaning we listen with our eyes and our hearts some words creak, some scream, some moan.. thoughts gather and shift about the pondering of words and thought sometimes for minutes, hours, days we never left can we ever leave this old haunt... this, Bla ther of hours... camille 060529 ... camille we visit from time to time 091018 what's it to you? who go blather from