After a certain period,
We smile after giving up.
Like we knew—
This was there to occur.
There's a weariness in that smile.
Anger seeps through
the tangled dirty fibers
of our body.
Humans love so as to teach
silence—
on this Earth.
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the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
Silence
After a certain period,
We smile after giving up.
Like we knew—
This was there to occur.
There's a weariness in that smile.
Anger seeps through
the tangled dirty fibers
of our body.
Humans love so as to teach
silence—
on this Earth.