poetry

Ghosts in my tears

There are ghosts in my tears!

Then cry your eyes out, love,

But don’t expect me to pass you

A tissue.

Those ghosts are our friends,

They’d be yours too if you

Stopped sniffing.

You only created them,

They owe you nothing.

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