No matter how many movies I see featuring that pale Asian ghost girl with the stringy hair that always seems to be wet, she still creeps me out. It’s one of the most consistent relationships I’ve ever had.

Here’s a poem.

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I.

Each living moment
Captured when the shutter blinks
Is already dead

II.

Eyelid opens on
An ephemeral image,
Closes one last time

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