borderline crossing

each puff of smoke

blown his way

changes shape

she plays the role

dresses his soul;

he’s unsure who

she is anymore

exhales her ghost

sends her away

to haunt the day.

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janowrite says:

01/01/2018 at 9:04 am

This one’s really good! 🙂

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  01/01/2018 at 9:08 am
  
  Thanks Jan!
  
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