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Ghost
As I step into the street
(wet in tears from above)
I feel the cold chill of tonight's thoughts.
Without a direction,
One foot steps in front of the other
And my mind moves with my flesh.
Listen to my thoughts,
Listen to my voice.
Ghosts of yesterday haunt my mind,
and their frozen footsteps flash my eyes.
In this street(soaked in disappointment)
I bear burdens known by none,
and carry corpses of my past.
Yet, my mind is pleased.
How do empty thoughts continue to exist?
Ghost stare, and welcome me,
as an equal.
- Alejandro Bonfil
