Murmurs on pillow
throbbing at temples
made of steel
by now.
Hear me out
I said
holding signs
visible to me
and to me
alone.
But silence
is a temptation I can’t resist
as the body trembles
at full throttle
to the beats of innocence
or is it
cognitive dissonance?
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
Murmurs on pillow
throbbing at temples
made of steel
by now.
Hear me out
I said
holding signs
visible to me
and to me
alone.
But silence
is a temptation I can’t resist
as the body trembles
at full throttle
to the beats of innocence
or is it
cognitive dissonance?
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