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Nov 2019
He held her arm
during their journey
She taught him
life
and how to love it.
They were one
and two
At the same time.
But now, here I write
about his loss.
Weird, I guess
I can hear a distant laugh
while looking at a soul who went from being one,
to two,
to half.
Written by
UnfoundYet  25/F/Italy
(25/F/Italy)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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