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mirabelli
in the sphere manifests
apparitions interject
conversations of others
dancing in my head
predict a foreign life
that is not domestically mine
why do they cling to me
when they're dead?
i never wanted or asked for
to be the backdoor
for all lost soul's final plea
i never chose to perceive
these concentrations in front of me
i wish i could not see
whispers all through the night
manifestations in broad daylight
if only these things were as imaginary as they say
maybe i could distance myself between the ocean and the waves
they speak so loudly
most of the time
that it's hard to distinguish
which thoughts are mine
only i can agree
that i don't have
the choice to believe
