Finest gossamer kisses
Like sheer and aged lace
Guarded secrets, hidden
Daring not to show their face
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Shattering the human psyche
Destroying inner souls
Lying buried deep in hearts
Digging deeper holes
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A tangled knot of words
Come drifting on the wind
A featherweight of tales
Against fair airbrushed skin
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Perhaps the nightmare follows
I ask “well, who am I?”
The dreams, they closely follow
The catcher in the rye.
Essentially Ellie 