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Spectre Father

By Naima Mehaboob


He was a ghost who never died

A ghost who always set me aside

A ghost who never saw me, never even tried

A ghost who hid behind his wounded pride


He was a ghost who never died

A ghost who haunted me by never being there

A ghost who never held me, never even dared

A ghost who was gone yet everywhere


He was a ghost who never died

Yet I tried to bring him back back back to me

I wasn't chained, yet I tried to break free


He was the ghost who never died

A ghost whom I wish would just die


By Naima Mehaboob


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