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Luggage Of Ghosts by Ray Printer Friendly

Listen to the secret whispers,

Hidden among the ancient

Things

In the attic.

.

What do they want?

What do they say?

And should we really try

To hear?

.

Congregated Mysteries,

Dark and dangerous,

Ready to pounce

On the curious cat.

.

Ask yourself

If you really want the answers,

Before you go looking

For them.

.

Pain in scraps of paper,

Happiness in a letter,

And a million different

Smiles.

.

I hide myself in an old box,

It smells of Lucky Strikes and

The past, and it is a

Safe place.

.

I fold myself up,

Tuck myself away,

To be forgotten or remembered:

Whatever the situation calls for.


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