Words

hangin

The air changes

and tears comes easy

when someone touches my soul

I cry deep to cuts

Words press against my throat

sharp enough to still me

I can't speak

I sit with the ache

wondering if gentleness

is too much to ask

if offering it

leaves me

unseen

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