I am done
with ghosts
and illusions.
I find the ghosts in my own body
to exorcise with holy waters,
Whose streams flow
extravagantly
unashamedly
from my secret garden.
I am an illusion
which the sun dissolves
fiercely
when the grey clouds part.
I won't be a ghost to myself,
or an illusion to my own soul.
What make you think I will compete with yours,
or be one for you?
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