This is my story.
I am the ghost who’s floating,
Unnoticed, through all of them.
This is the story.
You are a ghost, even though
You’re alive now and gloating
Over all your liveliness.
This is ghost story.
Has any ghost ever asked
What it means to be or not,
Once one isn’t but still seems?
This is your story.
You’ve read it. You’re infected.
You can forget it.
It will haunt you, nonetheless.
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