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Writer's pictureAndrea Sangiacomo

A simple story

My story ‘s simple.

I was waiting,

My eyes wide open,

Searching for little

More than… 'I don’t know'. 

But only when closed

They could see you.

Then, light was music,

Touch was talking words

Of silence immense,

Unknown to all but

Us. I’m you. You’re me.

This, fear cannot

Understand—nor stop.




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