Thrice

corridor

 

In collapsing lungs, I pray for sensitivity to fade

in the mind, I hold the negatives of our joyous creeds

in circling sighs, I pray that I don’t heed too much

of reason

of lustful hurts

of sorrow

in touch, I hope we don’t succeed

in motion, I pray some backs some forwards

in the lips, I say silence

no say

don’t say

nothing

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