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He moved He is lost to me Yet he is here Haunting. He follows me with every screech of chair and table on tile floors. He reminds me with every ride of the subway as I search for him. Physically, he has moved just like Physically, he wasn’t ever mine. But Emotionally, he is still here just like Emotionally, he was mine. Our memories intertwined.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
One Year Later, the Ghost of a Living Man
He moved He is lost to me Yet he is here Haunting. He follows me with every screech of chair and table on tile floors. He reminds me with every ride of the subway as I search for him. Physically, he has moved just like Physically, he wasn’t ever mine. But Emotionally, he is still here just like Emotionally, he was mine. Our memories intertwined.
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Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
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