You address the ghost that’s in the room, it follows you wherever you are whispering doubts and fears in your lobe. Sleight of hand, it imagines you haven’t got a clue but it would certainly be incoherent. Foolish it fights with your continued resistance of its charms. You talk as if its gone, but it pursues your whimsical fancies without even the least bit of warning. Your skill is to avoid it, to make it out before the home burns down. It spins its head mocking your transient and meaningless endeavor. You have yet to find a solution, the problem hasn’t even begun to pry itself from your veins.
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