our can’t is wont to louden buzz
of chanting words
that hug so awkwardly
infused with feeling every breath
dispersed more wanton, less with care
finding in time way back, to heart
chaining, dragging down, it sinks
to chime a past, to rhyme a hurt
a standstill want, a changing can’t
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Author:
differ (
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