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Apr 15
I am calm now,
I am free.
We are only but a memory now,
but you are not me.
You are not me,
you are not with me,
you do not belong to me,
we are not each other’s.
Yet the murmuring yearns,
in longing lub dub,
whines, and pulls,
fluttering at the scent of your skin,
the feel of your gaze,
β€”the emptiness of us.
My mouth was agape but the words breathed shallow, compared to the depth of what lies beneath,
lest I drown us both with the tumbling flood of my emotions.
The soil anchoring my feet was yet to feel stable to support the weight of what truly lied beneath.
So I lied,
and with these lips, I ate cake.
Written by
Reme  F
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     Jeremy Betts and nivek
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