The moments that have breathed
Life – atoms thrown across spaces of closure –
Into me have been moments where
The space between us is no greater
Than the space between the particles that we really are.
What pain behind those eyes
Numb beauty in disguise
Such hidden truth we share
But in sameness it compares
You Cry for help, shout at the skies
You Curse at god, but let your shoulders fall–
Below your muted cries no louder than a thought
Mlome
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