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What you don't know is that
What you don't know is that
What you don't know is that
When the summer sun blazes down
And all the world seems bleached, like
An old, forgotten photograph,
That is the time when ghosts are present.
Except they're always present.
On the fringes
In the mirrors
Out of the corner of your eye.
And, for God's sake, they just want to be
HEARD AND TOLD.
What I don't know is that
What I don't know is that
What I don't know is that
I don't know.
What you don't know is that
What you don't know is that
When the summer sun blazes down
And all the world seems bleached, like
An old, forgotten photograph,
That is the time when ghosts are present.
Except they're always present.
On the fringes
In the mirrors
Out of the corner of your eye.
And, for God's sake, they just want to be
HEARD AND TOLD.
What I don't know is that
What I don't know is that
What I don't know is that
I don't know.
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Amherst, MA, which may soon be my second home, has its share of secrets and spectres, just like any other town. I can't wait to meet them.
Amherst, MA, which may soon be my second home, has its share of secrets and spectres, just like any other town. I can't wait to meet them.
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nice poem..