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Ghostwriter
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Personal (Hope) I speak softly-
words tiptoeing like ghosts
on the edge of my lips.
I feel invisible,
transparent skin and
blinded vision.
I only appear on paper,
fine print discernible
to those with open souls.
When I write,
I see my true identity
more clearly.
Through the light
of my words,
I see everything else.
