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Same eyes
That’s what I notice
We have the same eyes
Green-ringed chocolate
Reminds me of
Forests
The low timbre of his voice
Glides over words like
Falling rain
And every word he says
Is more beautiful
Than every song
You’ve ever heard
He is a master
Of words
Words are
Power
I know because
I use words like weapons
As does he
But his voice is strong
And soft
And my voice
Sounds like ice
Against his soft rain
Yet even if he leaves me
With nothing but pain
He has still given me
More than anyone could
From him
I learned words
Words are power

Same eyes
Same words
We are more alike
Than I thought
all the mothers
     strong enough
          to be a father too.
My mother is the woman who taught me to be a man.
It's like hearing the ticking of a time bomb
But not able to find where it’s coming from  
Until you put your hand to your chest
And then you realize
That the bomb is your heart
And the tick, ticking
Is
Its
Beat.

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