Words and images, sounds and voices
Linger in the hull of my mind
There they reside like ghosts of the night
An echoing presence, I find
But then, like a gift, when I need a lift
One may with a flicker appear
And offer a whisper, a chuckle, a breath
A kiss on the tip of my ear
And I smile
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Janet Martin
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