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It Is Clear Now
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These hands,
swarm with grief
crumble like foundation
we break down
our mouths exume faint sound
I turn the radio off
across the street,
a young woman plays violin
her hands know nothing of sighs
they do not hesitate or bend to memories
and we
have some good ones
they crack,
like a smile that never
quite reaches the eyes
lie after lie after lie.
I really like this one :)
I really like this one :)
Thank you so much :). look at
Thank you so much :). look at you... Reading poetry so early in the day haha
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.