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Aug 2018
and maybe she's a melody;
i mean you will never know if she is
broken or desperate or reaching for something

or just trying

and maybe it's because there's so much going on like -
we have become too loud or
she has perfected silence,
but quiet speaks of the truth more than anything, like -

there's a heartbeat in there that says she's not beyond saving,
just in need of noticing

i mean, there's a heartbeat in there that says
you don't even have to join her sad singing,
just that -

notice, notice, notice
and start listening
my poetry's never been the same, these days. but i hope this still feels like home to those who need one
shikibuus
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shikibuus  22/F/where words go
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