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     Unspoken.

Every morning
you rise
just to kiss my cheek.
I try to gather a smile
as you walk away from me.

The day creeps by
echoing your life.
Behind a heart-shaped face,
you despise
what your fists cannot erase.

At night when all is calm
I try to interest your lips,
but still you keep the words
locked
deep within your chest.

Like a bomb,
you will explode
and the pieces will dissolve.
I wish not to be there,
I know this shell too well.
Rastamon Spirit
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