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it’s the gaping hole that never truly closes   the gasping in the silence of the night   awakened by the ache that comes   as sudden and swift   as the piercing cry of wails that rose   when the man in white   turned up at the door and painted the day   the colour of nothing
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
Loss
it’s the gaping hole that never truly closes   the gasping in the silence of the night   awakened by the ache that comes   as sudden and swift   as the piercing cry of wails that rose   when the man in white   turned up at the door and painted the day   the colour of nothing
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
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