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Mar 2016
no longer will your eyes remind me of a well
     i fell into
no longer will my hands trace the ghost of yours
     against my body late at night
no longer will i wait for you
    because you left me long ago
moving on hurts but its essential
ghost dad
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ghost dad  in hell
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       Elliott, bk, Kastoori Barua, Lara O'Toole, Kalon and 5 others
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