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Haunted feelings carried by Wings of night as shadows fly Drip drop words from pages then Feed the fire like oxygen Muffled voices through the door Phrases heard once long before Rhythm opened eyes now see Lost forgotten parts of me Black on white then white again Ghostly paths to where I’ve been Keys then press themselves to say Things I want to hide away Lowered hands at last let go Worried worlds lie far below Rising vantage ever on Poem by poem and song by song Dusted dancing leads to lead Fast descent to slumber’s bed Dawn of light and break of day Melts the night mist fast away But drifting silent to the floor Are pages…as they were before …Jeff Bresee