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Apr 2021
Holding shape
I used to wonder
Who those people are
Whose eyes tear up when they laugh
Now I know
They aren't people, they're wraiths
Wraiths that need reminding
Lest they forget, and dissipate.
Written by
Biskut
166
   Imran Islam
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