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May 30
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she wrote me into a wound  
and gave it a title she wouldn't name—  
called me ghost  
but it was her who kept building the séance.

i read the poem  
like a bug report  
searched for the stack trace  
but all i found was  
                projection.txt

i don’t owe a haunting  
to the house we both left burning.

i renamed the function:  
        // griefwithoutguilt()

she calls it healing  
i call it narrative inflation  
memory padded with selective memory  
        (runtime error: mutual)

this is not exile  
this is boundary  
this is not silence  
this is version control

push commit:  
        walked away  
        didn’t flinch  
        didn’t vanish  
        just logged off.
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