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At the most

At the most

If I die, I shant make lists
of those I"m sure would not remiss.
Or, tears unfallen, a premise broken.
To wish for that caller, that's never calling.
   Cannot recall one special bond.
That certain someone to rely upon.
Faith?  Unshaken.
Unbeknownst.
I believe, no! I know.
I'm a translucent, 
See
   through
          ghost.

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