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locked behind my eyes
I sense a familiar longing that suffocates my chest
with the whisper of slow-growing unease.
Just as fallen leaves are helpless against the rush of the tides, something in me gets carried away when he speaks.
So I
slow down
the time—
one...
with the whisper of slow-growing unease.
Just as fallen leaves are helpless against the rush of the tides, something in me gets carried away when he speaks.
So I
slow down
the time—
one...
