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Beau's Regards
A relic to remember
Poetry by seomins
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Between gritted teeth
What lies behind your gritted teeth is a prison
For a force of terror so commonly known as your voice.
And the silence that sticks between gritted teeth
Holds a whole new stream of consciousness
That even the mind finds a menace to monitor.
Before it can even get to the good stuff,
And I'm talking surveillance cameras, secret agents,
Hitmen, anything that could hold our thoughts
Accountable for the coats that warm their cold blood.
So, I ask once again (quietly, this time, as to not
Wake the mind that sees, hears, and suspects):
Can I finally sleep as silently as petals falling
Onto the ground that soaks our feet cold,
Without a single sound that sends our senses
Ringing with power in our deepest pretensions?
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By Andrea GP.
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