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Apr 2016
Trickled into my latest writing
venomous, your face
it is uninvited
black silhouette against wall
my hands dry, small
this room has been cleaned
I shift my feet
darting my eyes every other way
lips soft, you fidget your hands
my laughter echoes, mask me, mask me
nerves buzz, with you beside me
refuse to invite, disappear
please disappear
temptation drawing you near
dreams haunted, I cannot sleep
you must stay away,
at least 10ft.
-e.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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