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Weighs like a tear drop sliding down pale white, a dappled stone I found on Sanibel Island, sunk down, deep in my pocket. Perhaps weighs like time: heavy with silence soaked in emotion, like colored dye bleeding into white linens. Yes, a word weighs like time, and time weighs like stones, I strain to hold in my palms the encumbering moment, after you utter, "Look, Liz, I have to be Honest." And you caste the word like a rock into the lake and watch it fall deep, deep, deep weighed down. A stone that remains sunk still in my pocket.
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
A Word
Weighs like a tear drop sliding down pale white, a dappled stone I found on Sanibel Island, sunk down, deep in my pocket. Perhaps weighs like time: heavy with silence soaked in emotion, like colored dye bleeding into white linens. Yes, a word weighs like time, and time weighs like stones, I strain to hold in my palms the encumbering moment, after you utter, "Look, Liz, I have to be Honest." And you caste the word like a rock into the lake and watch it fall deep, deep, deep weighed down. A stone that remains sunk still in my pocket.
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
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