Monday, June 14, 2021

a tiny ghost story

In the end, 
they all preferred
my doppleganger to me,
and it was I 
who had to leave my life. 

(Image description: A view of a park bench at dusk. The street lights have come on and there is a light dusting of snow on the ground.)


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