ghosts

Ghosts of desks, computers, mats, tape

On the floor

 

Of dreamy eyed boys in

Baseball caps studying the

Occult

And a regular visitor who

Found his way into my

Future

 

All the tape peeled up, leaving

Nothing but lines

And memories

 

A bare space now but

Only in space, not in time

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