Ghosty Me In the ghost that was me there were more than a me. There were parts that are missing and parts that were found. Down silent hallways in silent rooms surrounded by stormy voices. Locked in closets, inside locked trunks tied down to floor ties and splintered wood, in splintered minds and splintered souls, …

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Crows Feet Worrying, deepening wrinkles, crows feet at my edges of time cut deeper from winds & storms into a well worn wall, adobe thick, mud proofed in the sun from my distresses. Storms, find me fretting over uselessness. Silverware, china patterns, the right gauge shot gun, sofa colors & styles, impenetrable impeccable prayers, correctly …

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