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Jul 2014
Smoke rises from the water
Like my love rises from the grave.
Up until this very day
I thought everything would be okay.
But that was until I saw an old photo of a ghost.
A person that I miss and love the most.
But that connection is dead.
The bones broken down to meal.
So I need to walk away
And act like it's no big deal.
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Ryan Cripps
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Ryan Cripps  30/M/NY
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