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Taste Me

Don’t think of me
If
My name be bitter. 
Don’t speak of me
If
The words are sand 
Don’t see me
If
My face be haunting
Think of me
If
My name be fragile
Speak of me
If
The words are songs.
See me
If my face be a flower. 
My shade is tired of you
And your evil thought 
And sour tongue 
Know me
In all the ways
I be living.
Or
Let me stay
A ghost.
Posted 04/03/19
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