Ghost Girls

There's a ghost who lives in the house next door.

I wonder what she's waiting for.

Every third day

and every fourth night

She glimmers softly, like candlelight,

wistfully staring

out a window never built.

Sometimes I'd rather be her, there,

than me, here, with myself.

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