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Mar 2012
I don't talk
you don't talk
we don't talk
they don't talk
he
she
it
doesn't talk


too much space to fill into
the gaps this evening
& I've too little
concern
for it
but I'm lying


I want your words
plastered on my front door
smeared in the blood from your hand
when you smashed the bottle
on the lock
to see if it would break


give me your word


you are too far
too unknown
& I can't reach past these
city limits

I'm too sober to make
any sense right
now


& you're not talking
nobody's talking




I thought I was the quiet one
leave your consideration after the tone




beep
Jae Elle
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Jae Elle  33/F/Kansas
(33/F/Kansas)   
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   purple orchid, Bernadette, --- and JL
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