We are strangers

We live under the same sky with our backs turned towards each other. We used to care for one another, but now most of those feelings are wholly inappropriate. We have rudimentary nerves running through our bodies that lost their function long ago, but stubbornly insist on keeping useless memories alive. We are strangers. Our hearts refuse to recognize this, but, my dear, we are strangers.

We are strangers We live under the same sky with our backs turned towards each other. We used to care for one another, but now most of those feelings are wholly inappropriate. We have rudimentary nerves running through our bodies that lost their function long ago, but stubbornly insist on keeping useless memories alive. We are strangers. Our hearts refuse to recognize this, but, my dear, we are strangers.

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Published by Khadim Zaman

I am science fiction author and poet from Amsterdam. It took me a while to discover I liked to write. Now I am hooked. Help me get the word out. Leave me a review on Amazon.com. And subscribe to my email list. Thank you.

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