at times I think
i've forgotten our language
a foreigner imprisoned
in my own skin
plateaued
afraid
to move
drifting sideways
in
and out
a break here
a break
there
spaces upon spaces
and
lines
as stanzas fold
into unappreciated wants
in dive
i've heard skies
that whisper truth:
i've always loved you
yet
you are never here...
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