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Posted by DeerinHeadlights - 10-03-22-02:38 PM |
~Vers~ I am reduced to words A poem, Where I can brush your hand, Stare out loud at your mouth So loud the words curl on t h e i r ends. A verse, Where my vocal chords know your name, But have forgotten how to E-nun-ci-ate each syll a ble. I have no want of this silence- To live in crumpled-up Handwritten, red-lined mistakes. But never was I destined To be anything else. |