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Illustration by @_ximena.arias
my head hurts.
i realized something after he left:
it is as if he
never
even
existed.
i have nothing left
within my grasp
that could recall him-
neither somebody
to tell me about him
there is only my heart
so i wrote about him,
everyday
not like a diary
i wrote about him,
everyday
in thousands of ways i can feel
his existence.
i'm never finding pieces of you in me again. I'm gonna sigh, letting out and I would sigh once again
00102 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on October 09, 2019
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