Do you know
what it feels like to not
be missed
I couldn’t even
begin to trace the
outlines of my sorrows
Those haphazard days
They were menacing
my loneliness
kept me in a freight
It shook me up
made glee
out of my grief
I miss that delight
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Éloa 
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