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(unnamed) (March 2008)

Lying naked, pen in hand
Watching the ink spill into me
Semi kind of something
Singing words to me

I struggle noiselessly
Watching the words take shape
Unnatural? We’re scared
The songwriters jape

Don’t look at me

No more lines to read between
Spiritual caligraphy
He speaks, my phantom muse
I write on wordlessly

Don’t look at me
Look at each other

Chantal ✗

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