candles light
candles flicker with the inconsistency of belief,
whimpering prayers extinguishing the last hope
you clutch with you prolonged, lingering touch
embedded in my curls,
as if faith could rest in the hollow space between spirals,
as if your words are real because your eyes are closed.
meet darkness.
reality
eyes swollen shut,
today she cried
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One day i will be saying, Mia bass, the famous poet/author, was/is my best friend.
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