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Jul 2020
I am just a ghost
walking with the wind
and it cuts through me
like a never-ending blizzard.
All I can do now is
gather memories
of warmer times,
of warmer eyes
of names that have long since escaped me.
When will these winter winds
whisk me away?
I don't want to feel again.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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