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we like to think that only the dead are ghosts, and we've heard some say there they were as if, clear as day, yes, they were. and my mama used to say she could see her lost baby, the one she did and the one that miscarried, the way they would have grown up into pretty girls like me-- and lord how she waited on forgiveness like it was a thing that visited but some **** just ain't show up ever, like people and fathers and brothers when you need 'em they all the ghosts that won't visit, they got too much on their minds, too much time and you ain't the one they hauntin.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
26/30 (an apparition that won't visit)
we like to think that only the dead are ghosts, and we've heard some say there they were as if, clear as day, yes, they were. and my mama used to say she could see her lost baby, the one she did and the one that miscarried, the way they would have grown up into pretty girls like me-- and lord how she waited on forgiveness like it was a thing that visited but some **** just ain't show up ever, like people and fathers and brothers when you need 'em they all the ghosts that won't visit, they got too much on their minds, too much time and you ain't the one they hauntin.
(C) Brooke Otto 2016
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
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