crickets catch my ears,
trying hard to take over,
though they become background.
breath flows in, then out.
slow, so as not to disturb
a heart so tender.
prying fingers, trying to let
go which you wish to keep.
silencing crickets.
"We know truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.'" - Blaise Pascal
I wear the mask of my lover's lover. He gave it to me, offhandedly, without thought. I came to need it. Wearing it only, at first, w...
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