https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/and-we-both-know-everything-but-we-cant-learn-to-leave And this closeness
will all be gone in the morning and we are again cold the graveyard we tend in our chests will grow quieter than the footsteps of a breadwinner returning home. Still we share this moment if only for the sake of having something to write that’s bittersweet enough to mimic the mood of poetry.
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