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fortnight has ended or two it wasn't long for me but I want to miss you Days ended and i wanted to think about you days ended when i thought I'd write about you evanescently- for me. (patiently my ruthless calm and so-my evicted excitement) almost as i have forgotten your touch- those rough hands you had.. i almost freeze holding them- to steal the texture forever. what happened to me? why couldn't i dream of your face? i thought i would grieve for you so why... days ended and i cant remember you i thought it would hurt me? but all i feel is spent and spilled and now i feel so tired and i cannot write... but i still want to write for you.
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
A silent aftermath
fortnight has ended or two it wasn't long for me but I want to miss you Days ended and i wanted to think about you days ended when i thought I'd write about you evanescently- for me. (patiently my ruthless calm and so-my evicted excitement) almost as i have forgotten your touch- those rough hands you had.. i almost freeze holding them- to steal the texture forever. what happened to me? why couldn't i dream of your face? i thought i would grieve for you so why... days ended and i cant remember you i thought it would hurt me? but all i feel is spent and spilled and now i feel so tired and i cannot write... but i still want to write for you.
ankush
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
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