I shot this white-haired ghost
then watched its splotted skin bleed nothing
except white air that floated up into the sky.
It died, or maybe it already had and I
just dissolved this apparition into the ground.
Either way, it cried as it tumbled towards the soil.
Before it sank, I felt its sharp eyes pierce my hand
with warm longings.
I ached to hold this phantom's illusive hand
and I felt it thank me as it went.
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