All you learn is to wear a mask and pretend as if nothing died..
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Him
I type I love you!
And erase it again and again...
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The Final Act of letting go
Letting go had the scent of his body
and wore the shirt with my fingerprints.
Head bowed low beneath a hat
that made him appear mysterious.
Its eyes r...