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Ghost Writer - Oct. 26, 2022

Gary Hunter

something present

as I knit lyrics

into stanzas


it turns over my feelings

tosses away thoughts

throws back new ones

with a breath so close

it brushes my cheek

sighs with me

on the final word


finished

the pen goes down

while it rises

hovers

for just a second

then poof


a swirl of perfume

I inhale one last time

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