Without His Trace

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    Without His Trace
    My soul turned cold as our eyes soon met,
    I hadn't expected to have seen his face,
    He always left without a trace,
    There was something about him,
    And not just his smile,
    His devious ways,
    Or maybe our connection,
    There was something about him,
    That drew all of my attention,
    Maybe his secrets,
    Maybe the lies,
    I have no idea,
    So I keep being silent,
    One word escapes his colorful mouth,
    But I just run away,
    Because our connection was just to strong,
    I soon just had to look from his face,
    And from his dark, cool smile.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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