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The dawn was no longer coming The earth was no longer spinning The horizon frozen. We had moved into the deep chill of our lives The deep chill of our love. Stone cold granite silence Dancing around each other in slow motion rotation eyes like arrows eyes like mirrors words silent daggers breath like icicles held and panting, volcanic eruptions seething beneath the surface, choreographed hurt and rage posing feigning covering up, boiling blood in this frozen silence civil, constrained, polite. We turned around walked away again, alone again, with nothing changed and nothing said.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
The Silent Treatment
The dawn was no longer coming The earth was no longer spinning The horizon frozen. We had moved into the deep chill of our lives The deep chill of our love. Stone cold granite silence Dancing around each other in slow motion rotation eyes like arrows eyes like mirrors words silent daggers breath like icicles held and panting, volcanic eruptions seething beneath the surface, choreographed hurt and rage posing feigning covering up, boiling blood in this frozen silence civil, constrained, polite. We turned around walked away again, alone again, with nothing changed and nothing said.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
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