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a 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-10-02 at 07:47

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