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Posted by on Jan 15, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

GHOST

GHOST

Ghost

I pretend to live
In attic doors and radiators
My cold kiss taps

Lips close to ear
Caress careless and clear

Heaviest flesh yet
This overcoat of air
This net

 

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