old poem: haunted

i once lived

in a ghost town

because i did not

want to be seen

no one there

ever looked

at anyone

even though


was looking

for someone

to haunt

after all

it is better

that someone

cannot shake you

than trying

to exorcise


i left

when i ran out

of others to haunt

and began

to torment


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