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Haunted

Haunted;

By whom, if not the dead?

In origin, to haunt--

To rise from the grave;

 

Adapted-- often thought of

Memories, things unrequited.

A soul tortured by objects

Is one who never-- even-- lived.

 

Haunted-- by whom

If not those left

Burnt, unburied,

Dead by theft?

 

Six million constant ghosts,

In addition to those

Left on speed dial on my phone,

 

Those placed on this earth, the

Guardians,

Who were cut down wearing green,

 

And the one whose deathbed

I attended--

They

Will

Not

Give

Me

Peace.

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