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another short poem this time dedicated to Gabrial Claywell

I keep seeing him

in the dark shadows

and in broad daylight

Its been 9 months

and he still isnt gone

He was taken from us

But his memory lives

and i swear

i keep seeing him

at the park

and in the halls

i want to cry out

But i know its not him

hes not here

i miss him

he shouldnt be gone

not him...

Author's Note

ignore grammer

Reviews

[Mistral Bilgera]

sad and haunting. grammar is really not a problem to me. i look deep in emotions. :) thanks for the review.