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Aug 27
Your cold body drifts away
      Far from the hapless shore
              Far from my wretched hope
I once held so close

Your blood still stained my hand
No matter, how fast I ran--
Your ghost haunted my dreams, my reality
And warped it into a spectral entity.
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
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