Ghost

How sad, pitiful, yes, worthy of pity…this phantom tale of my life that longs to outlive its pages, walk free, and so it looks for itself here, there, in every real thing, envious, hoping against hope to re-nature itself, be reforged a real thing too, out of time. 

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