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Sep 8
The walls still hum with what was lost,
a silence deep, a heavy cost.

We reach through air that will not bend,
to find beginnings at the end.

The floor is cracked, the light runs thin,
we search for doors that won't let in.

And though the ache has made us new,
it carved our hearts and split them too.
Nev
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Nev  17/F/United States
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