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Here it is!

Sometimes the voices of the past are like ghosts in your future. Always waiting in the shadows to see you again. This collection of poems focuses those ghosts, and invites them to tell their story. Good, bad, neutral, or nonsensical, each will have its turn to ask, "what do you remember? Where do you go from here?" 

The images I can still see 

They chatter from their pages

In conversation filigrees

Of gold that glittered from your hands

When you held them out to me 

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