A carillon told me the hour,
as we threw our breaths
through the dark.
You roared restlessness
into the room,
almost singing the story
of your dreams.
And I...
I left my voice
intentionally blank.
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A carillon told me the hour, as we threw our breaths through the dark.
You roared restlessness into the room, almost singing the story of your dreams.
And I... I left my voice intentionally blank.
Author notesA sleepless night. Please tell me what you thinkComments
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