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Sep 2019
I always hoped
I'd haunt you.

The thought of me
would linger
in everything
you do.

My face
would never
leave your dreams.

You'd wake
in panic.

I'm not there
aymore.

You miss me.

I always hoped
I'd haunt you.
But you
ended up
haunting me.
Caela Bay
Written by
Caela Bay
390
   Carlo C Gomez
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