SoulReserve

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californiacougar:

I tire of having nothing to say.
These lips have mutated
and grown sewn together.
My point is mute,
my words moot,
my pain muddied
by the politics of love.

I am exhausted with having you to read…
The empty words that have trickled
forth
and collected,
in calm pools,
of your eyes;
Your lips,
remain unmoving;
Until, I meet the heavy silences
spaced
in between the nothing
the world sees as love.

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