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Feb 2021
I’m alone but not
By myself
The ghosts followed me home
To the wind I thought
Were whispering trees
Truly whispered to me
So the ghosts stay
Usually in the corners
Out of the lights
So I keep the lights low
Usually with scarves
Covering the lampshade
I don’t want them to feel unwelcome
In their own home
Written by
Jara Jones
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