my heart is populated with ghosts -- they walk right through each other
i wonder if they even notice
when one of them gets more restless i always feel it ---
which just seems to be a sudden explosion of memories --
--- as if a file fell out of the cabinet and burst open
spilling the contents
seemingly so random it circumvents the logic and reason
following the ghost's elegant glide -- the intangible touch
the airy step --- the silent blood curdling scream
what troubles you, dear?
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