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Like a ghost
You follow me
Like a nightmare
You visit me
Day and night
When I sleep
Or lie awake
When I dream of goodness
You creep in
Like a ghust of cold wind
In a warm windowless room
You make me shiver
Inside out, skin and bones

You occupy a lot of space
Like a pile of old newspapers
Dusty and torn
In the basement
Dark and cold
Old headlines
Old drama
Old puzzles
Unsolved, outdated
Waiting for the light
For the door to open
To be junked or burned

I wait for the day
When I can finally
Laugh while you burn.