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I don’t understand
this dirt in my lungs, thick, stuck
until words fall flat
***
There is nothing here
left to be spoken or heard
just memories burned
***
You were never mine
much like waters flowing wild
I was never yours
***
Can you hear it now?
Silence Floating on my breath
It sounds like the end
About the Creator
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