I bend to peek and you shut the door Where I sit waiting. Remembering a shimmering satin menage of crimson light rippling in waves gliding past the creamed moonbone of my shoulder. You do not see me anymore. I have become A ghost without the power to frighten. Columbus landing in the West Indies discovered the natives could not see the boat having no reference of comparison.
Familiarity produces the same results.
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