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Tag: Presence

November

I stand so close to you,bundled in the chill of your touch.Though physical, intellect storms above the horizon. We’ve undressed ourselves,helpless to the fingertips that…

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Ghosts

The sun rises in the morningLifting the cover of what the moonDidn’t get at night,To everything that’s left. We exist,But not as we did before.Love…

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