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Jul 2020
He follows me anywhere I go.

Sometimes his smell reaches my nose and burns inside my chest

– I love a ghost –

The torture of seeing him but not being able to touch him is like knives all over my body.

I sleep with a ghost that never leaves me; He sing me to sleep in his arms;
He haunts my dreams;

– I love a ghost –
A person you no longer know becomes a ghost in your memories.
A poem from 2016
Epiphylllum
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Epiphylllum  F
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