Ghost

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Dear Ghost
inside
my mother's
head.
Don't you know
that she is dead.
It's considered impolite
to use a room without a light
to have a bark and hold no bite.
What makes you think you have the right
to live inside my mother's head
I wish it had been me instead.
You've come home every night
Since you met me, but I
remember the night you
couldn't stay through. Alone.
It was my birthday. No warning
I couldn't catch you. No call
You left us with him. No answer
I went to school. No call
You came home that night
like every night.

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