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stare

Writer's picture: aa

Updated: Feb 4, 2021

With no face

to speak of, you stare at me coldly.

Your height is emblematic of a lost love. And

the darkness of your silhouette cast

in the interruptions of my fever dreams rightfully haunts

in fear.

You haunt me in the daytime, too.

Faceless

and in your stillness,

you become a void for all the love I have invested. I know

I must've hurt you if I

am so aware of your humanity.


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