THREE

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I picture your face at night,

I write letters to a ghost.

I get upset over no one

And yet your someone


Still don't know who you are

Don't think I ever will

Never asked about you

Don't think I want too.


Left when I was just little

Can't remember nothing

I dig through my mind

Hopping to find something


I get told how much we look a like

That I have your eyes

Time has went so fast

You probably haven't realized.


Who are you?

Who am I?

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