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So simple, the shortest, the smallest...often the hardest. buried deep, tuck me in and sleep tonight. your words, my words...voices echoing, uttered quickly bellow it out, whisper it only for one to hear. tender sounds set off smoke signals circle around that which mean the most embrace and smother that first snowfall, covering head to toe. that first cold breath making a voice hard to find. ones that color me red, stir this stomach, like a sleeping volcano a town fleeing whether or not it erupts from those hills, whether or not it erupts from these lips. |
