Nonexistent
Throughout my day, you are nothing. Not a thought, not a memory. Stretched too thin, clawing at calmness in the face of calamity. You are between the scratches; the wounds. The sizzle of an egg on the...
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This poem needs background music. Click here. The first word that comes to mind when I think of your relationship is “gentle.” You may not have been explicitly there, but you are hinted at. Your...
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