Not that it matters much
What is time, to a ghost
Nature will reclaim all houses eventually
And ghosts don't seem to haunt glen or vale as often
Property perhaps
An imaginary bond
Spectral fingers clutching phantom deeds
Signatures binding fates
Absurd
That death would shackle us so uncreatively
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