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Feb 2021
We both adore
how lightning stiked
a post of nest
with pain we hate.

And when we both fell
we felt a force
of being moved apart...

apart
from where we used
to nest.

apart
from the rest

apart
from all comfort
we were at best

apart
from all the sparkling
magical glitters

we both felt

when thousands of voltage
hit us right straight
to heart.
now we walk
on a thunderstorm,
as we smell all the aftermath
brought by a hurricane
of being apart.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
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