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Gray Ghostfloating through the gray mist i watch the spectral intensely few can see them as i do i see the dead souls all the time most become of me when they realize i see them they disappear some seem to need me to reach out to them tell their stories a gray ghost floats in and out through the night to me it is a curse to be able to see what others do not see for the ones i feel the most are those try to understand why even from their graves they refuse to accept their deaths they wonder about trying to find their escape pleading with me a gray ghost floats in and out through the night my mind feels their pain confusion of why they are still here i hear their cries they want my help to find their release understanding does nor release solving about why does release to solve their demise releases them this is all i can do for them a gray ghost floats in and out through the night i hear their cries i listen at times i can see things beyond them it is these beyond times that make me a bit queasy and nervous to see things from their eyes does bring fear to my mind again for they are the ones who ended violently yes these do frighten me a gray ghost floats in and out through the night Vote for this poem
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