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THE GHOST OF RICHARD BRAUTIGAN
I asked him what he was doing here
He said that when I killed my ego
Something had to take its place
As I lay there mouth agape
Tears streaming down my face
He collected them as ink for poems
You gave me confidence
Made me laugh
Validated how I see the world
I told the ghost
But then he vanished
Just like the living Richard Brautigan
He said that when I killed my ego
Something had to take its place
As I lay there mouth agape
Tears streaming down my face
He collected them as ink for poems
You gave me confidence
Made me laugh
Validated how I see the world
I told the ghost
But then he vanished
Just like the living Richard Brautigan
Published 29th Aug 2019
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