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When it’s gone is when your hand reaches out

The ghosts speak more lucidly

Real things take real space and the fullness of your void cannot be compromised

The echo feels better than the melody

 

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Author: amoafoa

Ghanaian 19 year old living the expat vida loca. I write about everything and nothing. Disclaimer: I like to rant sometimes and have a weird sense of humor. Okbye Peace, love and funk Amoafoa

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