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Jan 2021
At this precipitous gap
my palms, sweat-slick,
***** through anxious misunderstanding
to catch your cool insecurities;
but ever empty will they fall,
ever short of connection,
severed at the dire
edge of empathy.
VanillinVillain
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VanillinVillain
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