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two short poems by jim morrison

#1
an angel runs
thru the sudden light
thru the room
a ghost precedes us
a shadow follows us
and each time we stop we fall

#2
i am troubled
immeasurably
by your eyes

i am struck
by the feather
of your soft
reply

the sound of glass
speaks quick
disdain

and conceals
what your eyes fight
to explain