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Chill, dust rising with the fall of your head upon your chest, intonating the etches of your open journal, coastal rain, a steady drip through the weakened roof of the abandoned artist loft: *I listen you listen no talk no talk* Your lips pursed tight, catching my breath to hold space for so sorry a sight, my hands clasped against the cold and the sad The abandoned paintings paying a silent vigil, blue, purple *I listen you listen no talk no talk* Your cadence intensifies, your chin trembles almost imperceptibly your furrowed brow holds the space for anger, for pain and I want to grasp your wrists, close the book, fold you into me like the heartwood of an ancient tree- quiet, strong the rain still falls the dust rises tall *I listen you listen no talk no talk* Your words aging us both in moments in truths as heavy as deaths as you speak plainly the pity of the unsaid sowing the pattern that brought us lower than earth *I listen you listen no talk no talk* You should have told me to be stronger. I should have told you to stop.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
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Chill, dust rising with the fall of your head upon your chest, intonating the etches of your open journal, coastal rain, a steady drip through the weakened roof of the abandoned artist loft: *I listen you listen no talk no talk* Your lips pursed tight, catching my breath to hold space for so sorry a sight, my hands clasped against the cold and the sad The abandoned paintings paying a silent vigil, blue, purple *I listen you listen no talk no talk* Your cadence intensifies, your chin trembles almost imperceptibly your furrowed brow holds the space for anger, for pain and I want to grasp your wrists, close the book, fold you into me like the heartwood of an ancient tree- quiet, strong the rain still falls the dust rises tall *I listen you listen no talk no talk* Your words aging us both in moments in truths as heavy as deaths as you speak plainly the pity of the unsaid sowing the pattern that brought us lower than earth *I listen you listen no talk no talk* You should have told me to be stronger. I should have told you to stop.
mure
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
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