Two souls, closer than skin itselfβ
Closer than bone and sinew.
I know your breath before it leaves you,
I know your silence before it forms.
The distance between us,
is like teeth in my throat.
A wound I cannot close.
I reach for you in the dark,
finding only empty air that suffocates me.
Still my body answers to yours,
a shadow bound to a vanished shape.
What is isolation if not a slow death,
when I can always feel youβ
yet I cannot touch you?
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