The Ghost
I am sitting in Copperccino’s, in the back corner.
I am
sitting in
Copperccino’s, in the back corner.
Looking to the front,
I see a ghost,
sitting on a stool
at a table, near the front
by the windows.
I freeze,
in shock.
She sips her coffee,
she talks on her …
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