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wet morning
at sunrise the ghosts fold themselves up
neatly like pressed shirts and then insert
themselves into their designated slots
in no-space
the rain has its own spirits
glum sour-faced beings that delight in slippage
at sunrise the ghosts fold themselves up
neatly like pressed shirts and then insert
themselves into their designated slots
in no-space
the rain has its own spirits
glum sour-faced beings that delight in slippage