nonverbalsi see you there across the way and there's something about the way you say not that i hear as i can only see but your hands are moving...
my voice got lost in my shirtmy voice got lost in my shirt as i pulled it over my head and i wondered if anyone had heard what i said there was a muffle but not much...
the next poemthe next poem seems within me yet somewhere nestled deep and out the moment of birthing panic it will finally be free there is a verse to...
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