Poetry
tu me manques
I miss you
Published in
Jul 19, 2023
Sometimes I look down
and see a hole in my chest
where you used to be
I pluck words from the air around my head
to try and describe
what has been taken
what is missing
Sometimes I look down
and see a hole in my chest
where you used to be
I pluck words from the air around my head
to try and describe
what has been taken
what is missing
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