Ghost
He called me an enigmasaid my words were shaky and imprecise
Now that his blending light has left me in the cold
and my eyes have adjusted to the dark
I can see myself again
and I
am not unknown
only unseen
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2011-06-10 at 19:24
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