Ghost
GHOST
In circles, life revolves
Round and right back
Bigger and more complicated.
Invisible,
I take notes.
The observer, shrinking beneath my skin,
Frozen under my smiling mask.
A ghost,
Sweeping in the wind.
I glide.
Moving across the room.
Right here, again
Blowing you kisses,
Screaming to be heard,
Hoping to be thawed,
Yearning to be seen.
Yet, I remain me.
The secret by your side.
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