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They say you walk around
As if a ghost had
Crossed your path
and turned into a reading material
as it happens to be chosen
From the torn or taffeta
You're frozen in the
contemplation of a win

ok maybe that was alittle
heavy on the word play
but as first thoughts go
they were mostly to the right
as you register an itch
or the things that makes you sweat
to accuse the weights
and measures of a lie
They say you walk around   As if a ghost had   Crossed your path   and turned into a reading material   as it happens to be chosen   From the torn or taffeta   You're frozen in the   contemplation of a win      ok maybe that was alittle   heavy on the word play   but as first thoughts go   they were mostly to the right   as you register an itch   or the things that makes you sweat   to accuse the weights   and measures of a lie