poem: i like abandoned spaces

i like abandoned spaces

where people once were and now are not

were mist comes in violence over the frolicking dead.

but they are inverted space,

blanks,

where i can breathe;

their dead ancient souls are closer to mine

then the souls of the living

this hot, heavy population

that fills up my chest

like they do not know

i am there,

silently frantically breathing

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