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I wander now as the tired ghost of a ghost

Seven hours and counting

This mouse inside of me, is dead



I become numb, disappointed once more.



Oh how we grasp for that light.

How we feed that insatiable hunger of loneliness

Our fear wrapped so tightly that we suffocate under pillows or

emotion



Blind fools leading blind disasters.



Like the water dripping off the leaf,

the sun will eat this

the day will eat this

it will be devoured, then recycled for some other poor

heart to masticate on



I am done.