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ghost
the sun’s tongue probes across the sky
and settles on the shore
but the bitter taste it crosses there
makes it flit back too the core
and as it was as she emerged
from those rooms of glass and steel
looking for familiar faces
with holes as large as hers to feel
and the only one she found was one
she’d scorned before she’d left
behind his sincere smile
lingered the foul smell of death
and so she ran away from him
to where she’d gone before
but as he reached to pull her back
she dragged him to the floor
and so the story ends, we’re told
with her where she yet can hide
and him with a knife through his back
this stuck pig hasn’t died
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Your arms are broken!
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