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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Sep 22, 2025
  • 1 min read

visibly invisible

fading into your periphery

shattered mirrors collected

scattered pieces of me


whispers carried through smoke

in a gentle breeze

a soft landing gray space

where I’ll always be


before the sun

slips into the horizon

visibly invisible


I hope you remember me


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