WorrierA Poem by Jasmine
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We were talking about love, you and I.
You asked how, but I couldn't explain. Language failed its reason for existence, again. I think of this infliction, affecting so many and so few with its far-reaching fingers infinite like stars, like stars burning. pain. I think of the steam he and I layer on the windows when we collide in the dark of the silence when I must leave. I think of the ache of not being able to show you, to show you, my worrier.
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