november twenty eighth

[transientbandit]

he grabbed me by the ear saying listen here i think you're a ghost. his words were sobriety bundled up in rum drooled hankerchiefs and i didn't want to hear him speak. listen here, you just appear out of nowhere and you're always around but you're never here and you were a ghost that was here and now you're a ghost thats gone. he hiccuped. and i

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[transientbandit]

you are welcoming. thank you for reading.