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Feb 2016
These ghosts who haunt my house

These memories who haunt my mind

These cold sweats at night, aches, and pains through dreaming.

I scoff at their jangling chains.

I scoff at their unresolved plights.

This is my house, my mind, my life.

Their haunting is unwelcomed.

Their pains are not my concern.

Their disrespect has earned my ire.

I am not so easily scared.

I will not be put out of place.

I shall extinguish these spectres with the fire of my will.

Torch and turned to ash, these ghost shall fade.

Respect the dead who respect death.

All others deserve no courtesy.
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
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