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Aug 2015
My ghost is pressed
Between pages of black ink;
Haunting bookshelves neatly labeled.
Fingers running down bound spines
vertebrae by paper vertebrae.
Memories that are trapped in fiction,
Lost by a to z organization,
Misfiled.
Marie
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Marie  120/F/the bottom of a lost lake
(120/F/the bottom of a lost lake)   
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     Eriko and rose
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