Cianxylona Poems

I would give my skin
to have my bones rocked
by someone with soulful eyes
who doesn’t look askance;
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How will the rusty words taste
seeping slowly from my fingertips?
Bloodless and lacking ink
my hands have long ago forgotten their language,
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Just what was it that filled you so full of giggles
that day? Rolling on the floor with a child’s freedom,
bubbles of laughter billowing breezily out mountain
doors, sliding easily down icy brooks
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