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Phantom Earthquake

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Am I a ghost?
I seem to move through places,
I pass through
But not unfelt.
A messy ghost perhaps,
As I do leave a trace,
I move things,
Change positions,
Lift things
A whispering ghost,
Weaving words
Into the air,
Into minds.
And what might my words do there,
Amidst the grey matter,
What might I make?
What might I wake?
What might I shake?

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