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"The Shadows of Our Minds" by Claudia Wysocky

  • May 10, 2025
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Updated: May 12, 2025

"The Shadows of Our Minds"

Can I

touch your

hair? Place

my hand

on your

shoulder? Feel

the warmth

of your

body? Your

presence my

anchor, keeping

me steady.


But in the


darkness of the night


when I close my eyes


and feel you near


I know


you are


not here.

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