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He is not just handsome
or tall or undeniably perfect.
Because more than anything else,
he is hers.
All along.
Ever since.
Endlessly
inviting,
the river
that flows
between us
flows everywhere
at once

our internal words,
warmed by
being
held for so long
are all at once
sent flying
into the open air

making a splashdown
landing into this  
deep old river,
we hear the words
in our unknown voices
for the very first time

all that we know of each other
is waiting now to be heard

as if this river was a room
and this book that does not yet exist
was open on the table beside us
©Elisa Maria Argiro
speak again sea
the ears inside
cannot hear
the certain dark sound

within you
(almost)

as shifts
almost

the air of your lungs
to rise through
dusted night of sleep

and

in certain care
the darkness of your spoken–keep
Of whether or not pain is even a feeling,
she’s not sure anymore.
And if it ever differs in some way from love,
she doesn’t have a clue.
I am the leftover fragments of a violent dream you once had.
You can't seem to remember enough to know the details
but even still-
it leaves you haunted.
I think it is better to be heartbroken than to be the heartbreaker,
Heartbreakers are ******! I've had my voucher for to many of them and do they ****!
I want
to be the one
you're afraid
to lose.

But you lost me
way before
you became
afraid.
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