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Refilling
The window was open…
the old familiar rasped and cracking voice bellowing through it to the open air.
Call it does for me to come to place and side of something to fill the void of heart.
There is something to be said about the way we are just…
the way we are now.
Matching pains have brought us to be something without need or want of definition.
We are simply refilling on empty.
There is no certainty and clearly its unneeded,
just us...
just me
just you..
we.
Laughter bellowing through an open window,
moans echoing down the halls…
The simple whispers of want, of need fill the dark.
the old familiar rasped and cracking voice bellowing through it to the open air.
Call it does for me to come to place and side of something to fill the void of heart.
There is something to be said about the way we are just…
the way we are now.
Matching pains have brought us to be something without need or want of definition.
We are simply refilling on empty.
There is no certainty and clearly its unneeded,
just us...
just me
just you..
we.
Laughter bellowing through an open window,
moans echoing down the halls…
The simple whispers of want, of need fill the dark.
Published 30th Jan 2019
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17th Feb 2019 9:07pm
18th Feb 2019 4:18pm
17th Feb 2019 9:07pm
1st Mar 2019 2:37am
Hey Goddess, I like the poem's sparseness. You could argue that we only need food & water if you wanna strip it right back to the bone. :-)
1st Mar 2019 7:43am
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
8th Apr 2019 11:52pm
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17th Apr 2019 2:29am
