I see the good in people
Good face catches rays
Gleams streams bright
I can't see that the ghost is cobweb caught in the light
So I love the good
The hidden good
Even the expired good
Once inside
I never intend on loving the bad ones
Yet here we sit in triage
as I deftly apply more pressure
gently stroke his face
poultice on a poltergeist
and try to change another one
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