Turn away, don’t tell:
I’ve crawled back to the living,
but the rest don’t know.
...
Tell me,
am I privy to your secrets?
Or just another one of them?
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You’re so smooth. Smooth smooth.
You smooth away those pesky things,
the ones I can’t see.
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The feelings are not mutual.
Respect has a long way to travel between you and I;
the stretch of road so monotonous
any gratitude
...
Halos bless the crowns,
blinding good light
settles in
to catch the sky.
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