A poem
I remove all the traces
And become a ghost again
Hang gossamer cobwebs
To show he never let me in
I tilt that tired photo
See it listing in its broken frame
Replace dust where there were footsteps
Cast spells to erase my name
I walk backwards through the doorway
Salting the threshold as I pass
A quick whispered incantation
Th…
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