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moria May 29
in a society where we are not allowed to speak to one another;
how does one know if they are being seen or truly heard?

the words spill out as letters on a blue-light screen,
bright enough to make me see;
but am i understanding the depth of the people around me?
K Mar 2020
I wish we could be as close as when we say goodbye, I wish I could stay frozen next to you, holding you as if it was the last time I was ever gonna see you. I wish you wouldn't have to go. I wish we were right this second in the same room, not even saying a thing, not even touching, just being together, that close, maybe it would be enough.

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