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Sep 13
Mountains rise between us.
I want to move each one,
yet my tongue betrays me.
A single sweet word
could possibly mend our heartbreak.
I part my lips,
only to seal them shut again.
My courage -
nonexistent.
It seems easier to pretend
we never happened at all.
selma
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selma  somewhere on earth
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