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Distances don’t heal,
When they are made of swallowed words,
they just provide a closure
that will never come.
This poem is posted on Instagram as a collab between me and a fellow writer.. let me know what you think about the poem..
This one.. is a new personal favourite of mine.. cuz it has truly imbibed the mind of the writer.. all the ways we try to find words to portray our thoughts, yet so much is left unsaid for loss of the right words.. all the confusion and chaos that occurs in a poet’s mind.. the self doubt..
What if absence, grief, memories were not just feelings, but something tangible.. something no longer visible, but never quite gone..
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