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I still smell like the incense of those rooms.

Come back and I will sing for you and show you I am not surprised by death.

A ghost is made when someone dies and feels restless.

She is living in the park with a guitar.

She is one of the critics who most believes.

The city is full of verbs and selfish people.

A quiet class of city dwellers siphoning all the money.

Hovering above their habitual clinics, I saw the sickness and paranoia,

the waves of fatherly protectiveness,

the cold intelligence animating it all.

And I fell.