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Dec 2013
I keep anticipating ghosts
to form behind closed doors,
or to slither on the walls
as though they had never dissolved
in the first place;
but I need to remember your exorcism
and how I saw you leave
as violently as you came.
I'll light every candle
to keep it that way.
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sasha m george
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