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to be continu... (poem)

Sunday, Jul. 28, 2002
to be continu…

when your words are absent
my thoughts are naked

when i am alone
i feel every breath of air
ripping at me
every doubt becomes
a stare
drilling through

and then i remember
one word

not all the thousands that
you sent
just the one word
you’ve never said

sometimes silence
is everything loud
compared to hearing


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