Still face without shiver
I pick a fallen eyelash
Tiny wish per strand
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Twelve Days of Separation
PoésieThe grief of separation is unlike any other. He is separated from her for twelve days. A poem a day reminiscing what she does, what she wears, what she feels.
Day for the Eyelash
Still face without shiver
I pick a fallen eyelash
Tiny wish per strand
