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a poem never comes first first comes the silence, the trembling hands, the nights that linger, and suddenly, there you are again, standing mid-sentence “i feel the most present in your presence..”

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cirque_du_lune

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For You?

Written by

cirque_du_lune

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Published: Dec 15, 2025
Time: 1m

Notes: like the soft panic of realizing some things don't last, the pause before a door finally closes, the hours that keep breathing without you
Tags: #longing #lost

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