Outer Layers
I mourn
not just for the
impatient dead
but for the
spectors who
tug me with
tasks incomplete
and error
beyond correction.
Death is
irrelevant to haunting.
I have created many
memory ghosts of beings
lost to my life
who return to
dance inside.
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