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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Listen Now
Shh, do you hear? Listen closely to the things I feel They burn across skin that is numb Rivulets streaming from untold cuts. Listen to the song from my heart Do you feel what I feel? Cages serve as a prison for soul Shhh, do you hear what I hear? Hear me now, listen softly Feel me in your bones I will dig your grave so deeply Shh, silence your aching moans. Listen to me, feel the hurt Do you understand? Baggage of your body Weighs me down in sand Look at me, listen to its breeze Blowing against tangled hair Condition your heart to withstand Discipline your mind to care. raw || truth |