Jane Owe Poems

When your numb to her touch and your mind starts to stray
The words you speak are meaningless, mere placeholders to fill the silence
Long days and nights, lonely yet not alone
You sit with her though your not there
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Wearing nothing but our shame we have no fears
The smallest bit of light burns though we embrace the pain
Comfortable in our own denial for it’s the only place we have ever known
You will trip and continue to hide it
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