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Aug 2019
Christmas eve, 

alone in a hotel room, 

W 8th street.
It's freezing here,

******* it's freezing here.

You're a million miles away

and I wouldn't call it homesick

but Jesus Christ

I keep seeing your face
on the streets of this city.

You're a ghost.

I'm coming home soon.
Written by
Joshua  28/M
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