like sugar between flour,
what are we here for?
(distressed, deranged,
dismembered -
shredded).
sad silences sing softly,
hanging in the air,
the sun has cut your hallowed skin,
the sun has kept mine cold;
the sun has heated all your skin,
the sun has kept mine cold;
the sun has kept my skin stark white,
the sun has kept you cold.
sad silences sing secrets onto fingers,
sad silences sing whispers
onto tabletops.
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