January 2012
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To Be Read Slowly
I hope you never feel safe
with me
There’s a ghost that stands between us
once the room is free
He’s not one for malice; he tinkers in tomfoolery
So don’t let your guard wear thin
And don’t find yourself safe, with me
I hope this ghost
I can trust
I can confide in this soul all the painted words I construct
My canvas is torn
and I’ve snapped my brush
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