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The Ghost Plays Tricks On Me

He flies into an uninhabited shell
and looks at me out through its eyes,
curving the lips of this avatar
into a knowing smile.
Before I know it, he flies out,
leaving the shell to fall to the floor,
empty sockets for eyes.

He flies from puppet to puppet
pulling on strings,
animating their limbs
and I look on the scene, irresistibly;
my head spins round to tie him down,
but he just disappeared and Iím only in time
to catch the puppet going limp.

06/06/11
PhantomPhace
Written by PhantomPhace
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