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Hanging on to your words

Updated: Mar 7, 2020

You make words

Like silver drops

In the crevices of an ocean

And poems of old

Cinnamon mingled honey

And in the folds

Of your eyes

Your dreams float

And I watch them.

Are we dancing?

Because it feels like

I’m swaying to the tune

your lips bleed

And I’m hanging

On to your words

As if a thread strung

Between alive

And madness.

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