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 May 2018
Rohan P
falling out like
blowing leaves (upon
the pavement, you leaned
in to kiss me? but the sun rose
and the dreams lifted, veiling
your colours; there’s no point
to going on, you whispered, as we
melted slowly.
when i fell into the emptiness, i didn't feel the slightest bit empty.

— The End —