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Oct 2015
I wonder how many years worth of prayers are stuck on hospital room ceilings
A thick layer of souls lost like a language no longer spoken
I am drowning in the things I never got to tell you
Your last words are stuck in my throat
And I am haunted like a house by a ghost who once called me home
I feel the pull of the ocean to the tide you have become
Simpleton
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Simpleton  U.K
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