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Sep 2014
Your silence is killing.
What are you trying to say?

I scream into you
to fill up the space.

But your eternally furrowed brow
tells me I'm in the wrong.

And I stand there-
trying to make amends with a statue of a boy.
You are silence.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
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