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Dec 2019
im not coming anymore
the name I’m calling in the night
is the ghost of yours.
an apparition
wraith-like, transparent
against my lips.
whispered in the witching hour
alone in the dark,
to summon something
or you.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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