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Dec 2020
How come
Every day
As I walk
Through the room
Which was once living
I glance over
And stop,
Staring at the
Empty leather chair.
And as I freeze
I ponder what
Was once there
With glazed eyes
And whisper
Your name.
Abner Ros
Written by
Abner Ros  Australia
(Australia)   
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     Jana B, Shubhankar Mathur and ghost
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