Little Maybe
- HEARDinLONDON
- Jun 24, 2013
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 2, 2024
There is no silence like the noise of missing someone you never met, your body writing a story it will never live, the tracing paper of loss and memories not yet created flowing through your veins.
My body grows grief.
And I shall never meet her.
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