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The Shadows of Our Minds by Claudia Wysocky

  • Writer: Fountain Pen
    Fountain Pen
  • Apr 23, 2025
  • 2 min read

Can                                    I

touch                                 your

hair?                                  Place

my                                    hand

on                                     your

shoulder?                            Feel

the                                    warmth

of                                     your

body?                                Your

presence                                my

anchor,                               keeping

me                                      steady.


But                               in the


darkness                    of the night


when                           I close my eyes


and                          feel you near


I                             know


you                            are


not                          here.


 
 
 

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