852
ghost
in the machine
the
little bird again
a
squeak
are
you in there, mater?
tap
on the glass
at
the window again
knowing
she must be there
one
imagines that the air is empty
there's
someone in the mirror
who's
that?
hungry
always, can't get warm
so
hurtful to her friend
lost
time makes up for us
a
vanish in mid-flight
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