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Sep 2021
Your name on my tongue is bittersweet
Your words go through me like a ghost
Sitting right next to you and we're still not close.

Should I shut the door and let the memories be your replacement?
You can see the emptiness inside of me and you know I can't fake this.
Adam El-ghirani
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Adam El-ghirani  30/M/Indiana
(30/M/Indiana)   
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