1/2

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  • Russian Federation
  • 2 min
1/2 is a poem about one specific person leaving me. This person for a short amount of time became everything my eyes saw. I believed he was a majestic otherworldly being, and I was longing to touch him, to be implicated in his existence. And then he left me, and I was stuck alone in the blank space. Still am.
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