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Dec 2017
Swept away to distant lands,
but still, I call out your name.
I whisper them in my sleep,
but still, you do not call.

Mama, Papa.

it's me,
your son.

Reply to me.
Set me asleep.
Mama, Papa.
Call me back.
Please?

-Z.xo
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