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Poetry beliefs

The World Between the Words
Believer, believe her.
You believe
Women shall not love women.
I believed
Ghosts weren’t real.

Yet a million souls
Roam streets
My lovers and me
Unreal
To those who refuse to see.
We are your ghouls.
 
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