XII. Between gritted teeth

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Beau's Regards A relic to remember Poetry by seomins

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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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