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I was always meant to be a ghost, even more so than Snow, my brother dying with his brother because they wanted to be seen, but now only a ghost can avenge their ghosts, back on the hunt, I lurk under the decrepit timber of Northern forests, I prowl in the darkness of Winter as others shudder at its existence, a ghost, searching for Snow, back on the hunt.

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Duo Mentes, by Michael Obermuller  

The final draft of my first chapbook, submitted for my college poetry course.

Duo Mentes, by Michael Obermuller  

The final draft of my first chapbook, submitted for my college poetry course.

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