- she kneels down
listening
to nothing
but repulsive breathing
we used to talk,
but now
we just listen
to the sounds
of our restless eupnea.
after awhile of these
flat and banal nights,
the lines to our phones
are broken, cut in half
just like our hearts...
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2018 14:54
- Category: Sad
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