Dirty Notebooks

child-like curiosity
curses through my veins
the lines on my face are coming in way to slowly
fill the spaces between pages

a seed in my head
a plant that grows to my shoulders
down my arms
and out through my fingertips
in fits both quiet and loud

fill the space between the pages
i leave them there for some reason
and the reason unknown to me
often breaks my heart.

in fits both quiet and loud
i hope this doesn’t go to far one way
but if made inaudible
just a whisper of a ghost

ill let you go
ill let you swim in the shadows
ill let you dive into the walls
where the shadow dolphins play
you too will play
and swim
glide freely and openly

just a whisper of a ghost,
on the wall
on the pages
on my shoulders
through my veins

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