north - the place where we first made eye contact and the last place i saw you alive
east - the place where your hands first brushed mine and where it last bruised my face
west - the place where i first cried when you left and where i last cried when you threatened me to stay
south - the place where you were buried and where i will never visit again
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PoetryA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]
