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Missed, muted moments,



I collect the shards of my heart,

arranging them in your image,

cracking the code of codependency.

I need you,

and you need me,

but we are shattered,

seeing each other,

for a moment,

that is gone in an instant,

hopeful glances,

as we pass in the night.

This passion is painful.

Consumed by conspiracies I invent,

to keep me occupied,

lying to myself,

that there will ever be a day,

I don’t love you enough,

to endure the daily death,

that is our distance.

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