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seem traced on the refrain and the mysterious yet warm tone. Whoever this poem's ghost is, she (or he) has presence but feels just out of reach.

The flow is a little off, and I know what it is about, but only because it's forced. Where is your delicious imagery that I've grown so used to? Where is your double entendre? Where was I to be directed? I'm lost like your ghost. Wait, was that the point?

While speculations run through here, I'll add mine to say I think it's your nurse coming in to check on you when you were so young, it's a memory with strong recall ~ your life's first major event.

Caregivers the world over who tap tap tap into our lives at important intervals ~ helping the helpless to exist for another day.

This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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should never be halted. TK U MLJ LV NV