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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Only when I carved
her name on a gravestone,
will she whisper
her providence
and arrest my heart
back again.
But when I was
in dire need
to feel her warmth,,
there she was,
as usual,
dead.
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Updated on September 18, 2017
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