Tacenda

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tacenda: things better left unsaid; matters to be passed on to silence
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his footsteps sounds like her beating heart
a eccentric connection tied in knots
he said "your tearful eyes are my mirror of the world"
of how i can't breathe without you a nanoseconds
she said "you will have to wait for us in another life"
he kissed his rose petals onto her impaled cheeks
wondering what if it would be last time
her eyes closes to feeling to last long
holding hands they passed the tragic time together
until only thing is left to hold is his own heart from sobbing
feeling her translucent presence beside
remembering her hair flying aimlessly on their roadtrip to sydney
now he passes his life with one broken smile

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