It's quiet in here
but, you insist on whispering
whispering what should resonate
resonating what should be whispered-
you look at me with your eyes open
yet, they are closed residing behind barricades
open your eyes- LOOK inside me
open your chambers- FEEL the rhythm inside
celebrate your ressurrection
dance in and around your melancholy
so that we can reconcile our unflitered dreams
meet me in my slumber,
where we will encumber the intangible.
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