Someone is living inside you. Someone
Is always living inside you. Many
Someones are living inside you, and that
Doesn’t count the ghosts. The ghosts aren’t living,
Of course, but they are practiced parasites,
And you could say they’re living, inside you.
And then, there you are, living inside you,
A fold of soul in a sack of self, more
Of sheer reconsideration than ghost,
Troubled by feeling someone is living
Inside you, rent-free as the saying goes,
Which is all of you, you all of someones.
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