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There's an empty space
Next to me
The bench cold
As I freeze alone
As my fingers float
Play until they bleed
Burning beneath me
As white turns black
Severing the strings
But never erasing
The tether
To your memory
I try to summon you
Only to be left
With the silence.
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/
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