Transferred Sense
Dark metal, rusty sound
Music weeping that cannot speak
But it echoes for days and days
Two mouths silenced
Choked on the swallowed language of their reality
Festered and boiled from empty irritation
That changed the words spoken delicately
Fix ourselves a portrait smile
Run fingers back and forth along the bend in the page
That led us to this road, this place
Where our meaning is lost in our voices.
Posted Nov 29, 2022, 9:31 AM UTC
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