129 though we are mere miles apart, i feel this silent distance in the endless

129

though we are mere miles apart, i feel this silent distance in the endless churning of my stomach and aching of my bones
yet my love for you burns on this dragging day, more brightly than sparks that burst from flame tips crackling up into a moonless sky and hotter than saharan dunes untouched by shadow in the heat of an august afternoon

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