Reverberating
Silence echoes between us
Dust motes catch the sun.
We follow that dog
tricked by the triumphant moon
who laughs in death's face.
Repercussions of
Apologizing to You
Paralyze my tongue.
Secrets of knowledge
deeply and heavily line
my grandmother's face.
Standing at my door
baleful eyes and dripping hair
silence holds your tongue.
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