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Nov 2018
I discovered then
that love was not
the clenching of a
heart, or the pattern
of a pulse in
double time

but the
emptiness of
the seat opposite
you at breakfast

and the bitter taste
of coffees laced with
goodbyes
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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