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Gatsby's American Dream
Apparition

It’s a broken house: bloody handprints on the wall,
ghosts out in the hall; that’s where mama lives.
I can still hear her calling out my name.
Singing I'm sorry now.
I didn’t mean to hurt you like I did.
I always wanted to make a change.
Always offered the worst in me:
all my hate, all my anger, all my self-loathing.
You can’t go wrong if you bring love.
I'm a broken man.
Blood on my hands.
Ghosts out in the hall.
Just ignore them all, but I still hear them.
No I can’t hear her.
I won’t die hear.
Time to fight.
Time to be a better man.