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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Jan 21
  • 1 min read

the screen whispered- feelings unspoken are unforgettable


touch of a button and all fades black 

the echo of laughter

the sigh of hope

moments we shared

now in silence met

the screen our confessor

holds secrets in store

our story paused

recalibration in order 

in the digital void we are forever apart


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