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Apr 2016
IL      Y       A      TOI
( YOU ARE THERE )

The ghost was
frightened.

It felt trapped.

Walls solid as dreams
enclosed it

held it
prisoner.

Locked inside that
human head

screaming but
memory held

it all the tighter.

Keeping it alive
although the ghost

wished
to die.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
341
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