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ghosts pass through me from his eyes
leaving spasmodic butterflies behind
fluttering pieces of paper
chaotic, unread notes trapped
beating against a collapsing chest of white marble
building these beautiful, miserable waves
sheets spilling out of my mouth and throat
wrapping me thinly
I shudder in the covered breeze
and moan at the pitch my heartstrings strike
when the sheath falls

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