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Sting

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you know
it’s the feeling that
when you are
leaving a city where
you once cried and
laughed your heart out

and you realize that
friendships you formed
people you let in
and bared your soul to
will fade away
to make spaces for new encounters

you pray for that numbness
as if it can ease your pain
of uprooting yourself from
the life
you planted on this ground
with your very heart

and every stores you passed by
steps you walked
faces you remember
are becoming this ineffable sting
called one last time

—- I miss you

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