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Rated: E · Poetry · Supernatural · #1484029

Short poem, about the supernatural quality of a person's everyday life.

A ghost of ghosts,
Drifting each day,
A meaningless existence.

Already dead,
Invisible to all,
A fading memory.

Heart is barren,
Soul is cold,
Life but a chore.

Screams are silent,
Her body translucent,
Nowhere left to hide.

Play the games,
Go through the motions,
Stay always the same.

She is conformed,
A face in the crowd,
Supernatural.
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