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Feb 2016
My lips…
Sealed as we converse
My eyes…
Closed at the sight of yours
My doors…
Barred as you knock
My heart…
Locked as you reach out

It screams,
“Do not enter”
It shouts,
“Do not think aloud”
It says,
“Do not tell me”
In deafening silence
And much irony

“Make your move,
But walk away,
Keep silent,
And turn around”

I listen closely
As your footsteps fade
Without saying, I beg,
“Do not tell me”

“Lest I melt
And unlock…”

“Lest I call
And you come back…”

“Lest I gain
Enough might…”

“Lest I fall…”
For your unspoken words
Down on your open palms
Into your rugged arms
With no way out
(c) 2016
Cel Allarey
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Cel Allarey
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