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Feb 2020
I see you here,
I see you there,
I see you everywhere.
A ghost walking amidst my eyes
Speaking thoughts of a different life.
What dreams I forsake to gaze upon your face.
One last taste of this sweet pain before I turn away.
I'd give it all to see your face one more time,
But it's not yet time to join the dying kind.
Written by
Jena T  27/F
(27/F)   
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