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Almost magic
I’ve seen you
Set calm waters on fire
Smoke and mirrors through
Printer paper and poetry
I raise my white flag
The mold making
Yours look green
From afar
I’ve misread them yet again
I’ll disentangle
From this
Intruder’s hand
And escape the palaver
That is you
Your ghost outshines you
I know
But oh
What a lovely decoy
You are
