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Each time you don't answer
Everytime reassurance isn't given
Her soul tears
With each kiss
Every soft word
Stiches piece it back
But lover of hers
It is becoming harder
The balance of hurt and kind
Is not equal
The edges of her soul
Are becoming thinner
Harder to piece together
They are fraying
From all that you do
That is malign
Spare that soft word!! Rid her of her insecurities! For you are pushing her away, and soon, away she will be...
  Apr 2017 Denel Kessler
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Who knows what stops the heart of a song
I take note

of tiny thud—
robin in the wheel well of my car

the limp head
of a cat’s prey

sigh of wings
defrocked by power lines

baby starling’s fledgling flight
falling short of a pond’s edge

The slate morsel unearthed
by the tines of my rake

…and the world is vacant for a moment

Grief ***** a womb of air
but how it lives— I cannot say
Upended creature of us

Stops the throbs that herald life
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