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Phantom

She drags her feet through fallen leaves
Yellows and reds try to be seen,
But her blue clouds them
People brush past her, her hand touches no one.

The image negatives of times ago develop
Slowly into photographs of recall.
A spoken farewell kisses her lips as she tells them “farewell”.

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