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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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