No way to say it perfectly

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2017

We never write what needs to be said,

the barely whispers you can taste in the hallways,

the silence that sits here too long.

 

We steal pens from each other

as they track down the lives

and I start a chain of the meetings.

 

It is a dangerous place

when sky meets star and star meets head

and we might say a little too much about this moment.

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Written 8/14/17

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