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A poem &
photo story by

carmin
conner

I know that you see me,
Although you say you don’t.
I write notes on the window,

I know you hear my whispers,
At midnight in your bed.
I say that I still love you,
But you only turn your head.
I know you hear my footsteps,
In the hall at night I tread.
But I know that you still hear me,
Even though I am now dead. ‡

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