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Jun 2013
The cry of my child
Reminds me of cold
I relive the past
Where memories go.
I stare blankly for a second
And then wake up
Knowing its gone,
Its over now
He is gone,
But I keep hearing
The cry of a ghost,
Of my unborn child
Wanting his mom.
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