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It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die.
If you can't talk about it,
Let us communicate through letters...
Because no story should be left unheard or unread.
 Jun 2020 Felicity Paris
when my
heart breaks,
my soul does too;
and I can only afford
to lose one,
but not two
Extracted from my previous poem; I feel that it deserves its own spot
The night had spoken,
The day has shouted,
And I crave some silence.
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