Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Friday, October 18, 2013
Glenn Willis
the ghost of Glenn Willis haunts my apartment.
he undos the screws on my door and lets himself in.
and walks around
and around
and around.
i have yet to see Glenn Willis.
but i've heard him as he creaks around my wooden floor.
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