Separation
That day you packed up
all the arguments and quarrels,
folding them neatly
along the crisp creases of guilt,
you stuffed them in a suitcase
and left...
leaving behind rows and rows
of empty hangers,
on which I drape the limp silence
that I peel off my body each night
all the arguments and quarrels,
folding them neatly
along the crisp creases of guilt,
you stuffed them in a suitcase
and left...
leaving behind rows and rows
of empty hangers,
on which I drape the limp silence
that I peel off my body each night
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