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7d
I am hiding out
Disappearing
Becoming a phantom
Not seen or heard
Almost not here

I am hiding out
Finding new places
Going back to old ones
Changing my ways
Getting quiet
Calming the spirit
It’s time

I am hiding out
Disappearing like a cloud
Becoming a phantom
Ghostly
Vapor to the wind
See the mist?
It’s me
Barbara R Maxwell
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