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Dead Space
I reach out my hands, desperately clawing at the air in between separated cities, trying to grab a hold of the iron string holding us together. Maybe if I can feel it, touch it, it will feel like you. Maybe I could pull it until you crashed into me. Maybe I’ll have something to hold that reminds me you’re still here.
By Ophelia Hamilton8 years ago in Poets











