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Raid

A trillion ghosts of bugs
quietly haunting
this ramshackled shack.
 
I only notice them
on hollowed eves
when I am lying on my back.
 
An entire hive of apparitions—
 
Oh, how empty it looks
to the unwise.
 
To be alive on this side—
 
Hallucinating through fire
and ultra-focused eyes.
 
I have more friends than anyone I know.
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