anna kiss

 

 

 

 

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his eyes turn from me

and in the place of stares,

silence grows fat as phone books

soaked in puddles

the pages of glances thicken

and spin around the room in slow motion

my will to argue rots

and the soundlessness of this decay

is deafening

I watch quietly as my hands do not reach out

to span the invisible divide between us,

as the whole room turns its cold shoulder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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