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Aug 2020
“I miss you,” she said.
The words departed her lips,
hovered in the air —
chilled by the emptiness of our hearts.
I watched them
twitched, fluttered, and deflated.
Falling onto the table,
like dead birds.
Broken wings shot by old guns,
empty words strung together —
I read between the lines,
and heard the unspoken —
“The old you.”
Astrea
Written by
Astrea  24/F/near the ocean
(24/F/near the ocean)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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