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Hyphen

  • Julianna Villella
  • Jan 19, 2021
  • 1 min read

Lost individuals

long to live accompanied.

Loneliness gets lame,

and pairs tend to form.

Like two middle-aged people

soon to be lovers.

Linked together,

they are now one.


Getting to know each other

like a child and the alphabet.

Finding each other,

their missing element.


Refused to be separated by space,

they combine themselves.

Their lives, their feelings, their thoughts,

together as one.


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