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Pattern: 53(1237
Pattern: 53(1237
There were words
between you and I
that we didn't say;
that ached internal.
I knew that
we couldn't be born.
It swallowed us.
The final day
was sour and silent.
You didn't acknowledge me
nor I, you.
The half-curled smiles
left me septic; sectioned,
strumming my nerves.
"Please, don't go."
There was a shot
at a person, whole.
"Please, make do."
There were words
between you and I
that we didn't say;
that ached internal.
I knew that
we couldn't be born.
It swallowed us.
The final day
was sour and silent.
You didn't acknowledge me
nor I, you.
The half-curled smiles
left me septic; sectioned,
strumming my nerves.
"Please, don't go."
There was a shot
at a person, whole.
"Please, make do."
Published 18th Aug 2015
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18th Aug 2015 5:14pm
18th Aug 2015 7:27pm
18th Aug 2015 7:54pm
Exactly. I felt like I had inadvertently wandered into a garden and overheard a very intimate conversation between two hearts.
18th Aug 2015 11:36pm
the pattern you had me in ..feels heavy like a struggle, an incompletion, an incision , consuming overall.
power to ur words! wouldnt dissect this structure n feel u give me here...Ahavati says it ryt, the live observance as it happens ..
ur patterns draw me fr their brevity n intensity..write on more:)
19th Aug 2015 8:13am
