My life was a blot on scrawled maps
of enforced distance;
the image of inconvenience.
You were in my veins
but I was never in your heart.
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My life was a blot on scrawled maps
of enforced distance;
the image of inconvenience.
You were in my veins
but I was never in your heart.
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This is haunting, Callum. There’s beauty in the stark honesty of it, and deep sadness in the wonderful imagery you created. Great work 😀
Thank you, Mel. I’m really flattered you think so 🙂