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poetry by j matthew waters

like a ghost


unplugged & roaming
without a care in the world
the palm of their hands
their very own road map
leading them from point A
to point B

mainly invisible
except by a select few
who somehow identify
w/their predicament
stuck here on this planet
w/o a skeleton key





august two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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