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'GHOST'
My memory surpasses
the moment
a catacomb of
frozen gestures
and severed events
Thay say you
settle for less
as the years recede
I would call it
dying by degrees
An implausible imprint
through the passage of time
Do I haunt the memories
of other anonymous faces?
Listening in the catacombs
I could hear, from time to time
a distant human cry.
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