Thursday, April 25, 2024

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five, Poem Twenty-Four

Ghosts
 
go  through 
our lives

touching 
nothing

afraid if
caught

picking 
things up

they'll be 
put back

to work 
again. 

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