Like a quest that scans a deep, dark horizon. Or the night spell of hide-and-seek silhouettes tracing a yearn.
To touch the skin of the moon.
Heartbreaks

On these days when I need to speak to you
Listen to the unsaid, that will never come to
Reticence born of shattered words
That fell. Fragmented in fond wish fulfillment
To gather delights with broken shards piercing
We shall squeeze out some to unfeel the hurt
And efface ourselves, our heartbreaks.

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