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Blue Couch.

I was wedged between blue leather, scribbling axes into the shape of question marks; and you were laid on blue woven wicker, snoring and many miles away. Now, I am sinking into fluffy blue polyester; and you are sleeping on a table carved of icy blue steel. It is strange, isn't it? I did not know you then, I will never know you now.
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Emmamendesofficial
27 / F / South Africa
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Written by
Emmamendesofficial
27 / F / South Africa
Published
Sep 22, 2024
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Reflections of childhood bubbling after a death in the family.

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#death#sad#confessional#vignette#mortality#loss#relationship#family#childhood#adulthood
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