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Sep 2018
Do you know what it is

to slip away, to not know
the quiet, the kiss,
the sanctity of a touch?

To see hands trembling
each time the wind
is more than a breath.

To long and long
for the truth of life,
yet stay out of its flow.

To lie, because
if you don't wear a mask
you won't survive.
Written by
Edera
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