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Slowly
withering silence
envelopes the air
like a thick blanket
of suspicious solitude
made heavy
by the damp anticipation
of disappointed promises
and tainted trust.

I fumble
in the dark uncertainty
of this to and fro romance
only to fall heart-first
into your arms
spread open,
too wide open
that I fall
on my shamed face
at your feet.

And what I find
most disturbing
is that the only thing
I find in these twisted thoughts
is how your shoes
shine more
with my tears
glistening on them.