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Misty windows Flowing curtains Half read books a knife on the cutting board Empty chair across the table Uneaten bits of meat The early morning sun The smell of first rain My hands when they are empty The slowly rising moon The footsteps of someone walking Across the room When I shut down my mind The objects call out your name
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
The objects call out your name
Misty windows Flowing curtains Half read books a knife on the cutting board Empty chair across the table Uneaten bits of meat The early morning sun The smell of first rain My hands when they are empty The slowly rising moon The footsteps of someone walking Across the room When I shut down my mind The objects call out your name
#ghosts#love#reminiscences
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Pakistan
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
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