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The poem features FetchingPenumbra

It is whispered in our ears, words of love and sacrifice,
The imbalance between giving and losing,
all for this priceless little stone, this gem,
Getting something in return,
maybe unconditional love.
I gave to a ghost haunting my heart,
unavailable
he drew spaces in places where
love was to grow stronger.
Breathing the same air,
to let you build wings to fly at the
same level,
together circling each other.

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