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Aug 2014
Each and every
nook and crevice

will be adorned
with perched lips

And, within moments,
those lips will bless my ears

with the bittersweet
sound of promise

And those tired eyes
will captivate my soul

However,
someday, those crevices
will remain untouched


These ears,
imperceptive

Someday,
those tired eyes



will cease to love me
Muted
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Muted  23/F/Springfield, Missouri
(23/F/Springfield, Missouri)   
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