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#DAY26
The ache clung
to her walls,
its roots diving deep
into the concrete
that had hardened
under the blaze
of the burning sun.
No one saw it –
except the girl,
who made her bed
in the morning
and settled the
moist pillows.
Image : Marina Yalanska (Unsplash)
