she has become
part of a different crowd,
having joined
the silent
band of ghosts
that you awaken
with in the still
darkness of
early morning.
she is in the front,
because she's
new to the group,
and it fits
who she was when
she was real,
and here and telling
you things,
that still circle
like feathers
tickling your heart,
your ear.
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