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I sent a confession into the cathedral of her phone...
Each word a candle trembling in her inbox.
The light flicked once, chimmed twice.
Then bowed to the silence.
I waited, as the echoes dimmed.
The most unhoy quiet,
She ghosted me.
But instead of saying that now,
I tell people...
I left her speechless.


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