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Writer's pictureGabriela Pritomanova

Nameless moments

All of these blank spaces

nameless moments trouble me at night

How you went from everything

to a poem I just write


So many forgotten flights

Soon to be forgotten feelings

We locked our hearts in Paris

but now it's only my voice that I'm hearing


I fought so hard

my knuckles still bleed

when I clench my fist

to try suppress the need



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