Silent Void

Sometimes I come to you, mute stone,my heart primed to weep,to let my blood spill into memories,to call you from the earth, to hear you. But I stand, and instead of tears – air,instead of you – just a silent void.I wait for the ache, to see you,to talk to you, to feel you,and yet, […]
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Published on March 10, 2025 13:21
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