more like a ghost anyways

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she traipses by, soaking wet t-shirt

she pulled over herself and i could

see her gold skin and dark nipples excited

under it, walking by saying something

about cigarette breath and some other

stupid shit i read from her poem books

and the realization hit me

as i watched her perfect legs pass through

the hallway, i say aloud:

"who the fuck are you?"

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