Whispered promises fall heavy
stone, quarried from your mouth
angles, the corners of the lies cut
sensitive flesh, parted lips.
Seeping wounds fill
disappointment, sorrow
familiar friends come to visit
grasping hands trying to feel.
Lonely song
that thrums the night
dancing in the moonlight
weighted limbs striving
striving, wanting, hoping
movement of reckless abandon.
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