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What can I write of love
For a love
That started from a distance
And ended from a distance?
I never held their hand,
Never kissed them,
Just every night,
In their absence,
I felt myself break a little more,
And grew a little more
Tired of them.
Our love,
Before it could ever
Be held,
In the narrow passage of distance,
Turned to hate.

_ from Lilian ❄️