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You keep talking as if anyone might be listening.
You keep writing as if anyone might read you.
No one hears
No one reads
You speak ancient words
You write for the dead
All those thoughts spinning behind your eyes have nowhere safe to fall
All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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