I am haunted with
remorse by a
ghost who wont stay
still,
he sheaths a little dagger
and circles until
the moment's right.
He humbles me when
I feel too good
about myself or
others,
and right now
I can hear him laughing in the
corner,
as I shout through my fingertips
and start to feel something
good.
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