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How To Love A Ghost
My exes haunt in lowercase—
whispers that dissolve like sugar in rain.
But you…
you carve silence into capitals, bold as a scar of pain.
(Do I flinch? Do I dare trace the alphabet of your anger?)
Your hands don’t...
whispers that dissolve like sugar in rain.
But you…
you carve silence into capitals, bold as a scar of pain.
(Do I flinch? Do I dare trace the alphabet of your anger?)
Your hands don’t...
