Now
Sitting alone in my bed, the fan blowing against my skin
I remember the rush of your breath on my cheek as we layed there
Now between us lies everything that once held us together
A void has formed between our lips and between our minds
Like two pieces of cloth from which
The stitches have loosened
And the thread traces the ground as it falls from us.
Paolo Driussi
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