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uncoreda poem collapses language into feeling.
connection isn’t absent-it’s shattered.
grief lives in the space where meaning fails.
Love, once central, now spirals-
fragmented, erotic, falling inward.
It doesn’t speak. It disintegrates.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-10-02 at 07:47
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