We spent the day together
And the night apart
Talking to each other in our thoughts

He called me in the morning
His voice a soft shade of rasp
Saying that I was his choice of luck

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I built a huge poem
It was demolished
For I took away from it
a short phrase
Sticked on the door of my silence

"Nothing inside only troubled words"

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We met once, briefly. He was quiet and sad. Peaceful. Strange.

He took everything. I remember every ounce of emptiness. He disappeared so easily. Like it was nothing.

Death. (via spaaced)

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