Tag: inner-conflict
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Disconnected
I sleep beside youand still feel miles of winterspread between our bodies,a cold field beneath the sheetswhere nothing grows anymore.Your back is turned to melike a locked door,like a house after fire,still standing,but emptied of warmth.I listen to your breathingin the dark—steady, distant, unfamiliar—and wonder when the soundof the person I lovedbecame the soundof a…
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