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Jun 2015
I often tell you things
like no one is listenining
as the television casts a glow
on your sleeping face
I'll keep on whispering

I love you

Over and over
as I stroke your hair
as you dream
the ghosts of your past
*like I'm not even there
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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