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Oct 2022
There’s a mystery in living with being apart without letting it separate the bond of your heart
Do I get used to seeing and breathing your air
then missing you most of the time you’re not there?
Is the end maybe near and we both can feel
what it’s like to not imagine, and fruitfully heal?
Written by
Raika Parzella  28/F/Germany
(28/F/Germany)   
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