Wednesday, June 15, 2016


So it seems that I'm a ghost now
You see right through me
Then you walk on by.
So it seems that I'm a speck of dust
Hitching rides into the atmosphere
Landing on your cheek
You catch a glimpse 
and remove me
You think I'm something to wish upon
Not knowing that you wished upon 
Precisely what you seek.

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