ghost
that crawling feeling when you're feeling all alone
that buzzes from the depths of your soul
to the teeth in your skull
to the tips of your fingers, bouncing on the keys,
that sensation of being watched
from the alleyway to the pews,
from the bar to the graveyard,
the sensation of eyes transfixed on you
(just you only you);
that's me.
This poem is about:
Me
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