Of the loneliest kinds of lonely

or stories of us

D. Abboh

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Even though we may look up at the same sky, breathe the same air and gaze at the same stars — you and I don’t see the same things or feel the same feels. Just like the furthest star our eyes can spy so far far away, here cradled between your arms — you still feel out of reach to me.

Us

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D. Abboh

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com