Sometimes I see you like a ghost
of flesh and blood, upon
my rounds. I think it's you, but
it is not. You disappear. Some
one else here
is found, and this
makes perfect sense.
I strive to treat them not like
you,
but in the end no difference.
They
do not know you
like I do
.
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