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Monday, January 24, 2011
(ghost)
The ghost of a
living person
comes to me ev
ery night and
I am so tired.
I cannot sleep.
we argue for
hours. Neither
of us will ev
er win. Meanwhile,
her body goes
on with her life.
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January 24, 2011 at 8:07 PM
A poem. Written spring 2010.
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A poem. Written spring 2010.
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