I tread this intersection
Of you and me
There is a breath here
In and out
There is a voice
And the absence of a voice
And other voices and
Their absences
What does it do to you?
Does it do?
Does it?
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“This intersection / of you and me.” Marya, your words take my breath away.
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And there is breath too 🙂
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ah! the voices of solitude leave the human mind with such insanity.
Amazing poem as always…:)
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:), Charlie
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🙂 oh…I posted something cool and short…check it out.
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