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Shoulder

Writer: Noopur Vasuraj
Noopur Vasuraj
Jan 7
1 min read

Updated: Jan 21


It was only once 

the passion of your

ragged breath

slipped off my

naked shoulders,

I realized what it meant

to be the

‘other woman.’


Because as

the whispers

of your

sweet nothings

slid off these sheets,

the only

lingering words

left on my skin

were the broken sounds

of her heartbreak.


                                                             ~N.V.

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