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Yesterday’s Ghost – Poem
Chameleon in a world of gray
Useless skill when
All things are camouflaged and hidden
Nothing seen or known.
Was he then just an anachronism
Caught in the relics
Of his restless and blood-smeared past
Unable to see reality?
No one would ever pick him out
Fade upon fade
Wasted talent and worthless ability
When all is the same.
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