Ghost, Take II

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The return finds haunting, heavy dust that swings outwards whispering, smells that reach me aware and unaware. Can black shadows within be dodged without? I see reflections on every ceiling, and faces that are not mine. I mourn, laughing. Taken inside myself, all I want is escape.

                I accept my ghost,

                I do not desire it.

                At peace, I know all.

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