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I call your name,
at night,
in a sweat.
I call your name
and hope that
you are near.
I hope but know
the distance is great
and the pain greater.
but still I call,
even if it is just
a whisper to a ghost.

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Written by burrben

June 13, 2011 at 3:20 am

Posted in poetry

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