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Phantom [Poem]
02:06 Apr 13 2006
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I grasp at your memory
like a teething sore
strewn upon my bloody back
aching for time and presence
like a hungry baby
and no parent in sight
This story is like a dance
without music
with a plot line
that has no meaning
no ending
Dance with the demons
The world in your mind
held close by your strength
held in a gaze by the phantom in your eyes
the ghost trapped in your soul
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