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I wanna know if— above, maybe below, the ringing in my ears, if that’s your voice, or laugh or cry— but I feel as though my ears are filling up with blood And the last words you said to me were “I don’t live you anymore” and they just kinda fell from your mouth like papers piled too high and it slides off lazily at first till it all just tumbles downphoto of poem
Posted Aug 26, 2022, 4:55 PM UTC · edited
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Thank you so much for sharing. This is so full of heart. It must have taken so mucbout of you to pur this in paper after what happened. But I'm glad you did it.
P.S. I cross checked with the photo, you misspelt love.