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This city is filled with ghosts
they laugh on patios, you can see
the foot prints, the paths
they walked like glowing pebbles in the moonlight.
This melody is filled with ghosts
they join you in the dance, the steps
you have traced over until you are at the corner
of a street you do not remember walking,
absentmindedly losing the choreography.
This life is filled with ghosts.
they come into your house and make coffee.
they gaze too long at your mortality
until you wish your body
was so transparent
as the stories you have walked through
their pieces strewn across the blocks,
the song, the walls.