Spirits

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There are trapped spirits in the house

They can’t get out...they can’t leave

Do they see us as we see them?

Seldom and blurry

In doubles and trebles

Like a spot of life in a dark room

Do they hear us as murmurs?

Do they want our help?

Do they want to be freed?

Are they content?

I would allow possession

I would let them overtake me

To move through me

To talk through me

If they would only answer all my questions

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