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Jul 2020
The last time we met.
      I thought I hugged you tight,

Somehow it seems less now,  
Stars suddenly dim
making the moon
Hard to breathe, harder to pretend.
                                         Pretence, because normal is non existent 
                                         Pretence, because my happiness, chose
                                               you over me                                                                  ­          
I thought I kissed you

that the world would explode,
if we did some more,
I wish I had rather let the world explode,
 for every night,
my heart busts aches with regret.
                                            The last time we met, I pulled you closer
Hoping to catch your scent,
snugly tucked, safely stored  
                                      guarded, in my memory.
That's all there is now,
a mild scent as evidence
reminding things,
for how it used to be.
Quarantine issues
Kyra Embers
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Kyra Embers  17/F
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