Confessions made
Across the heart
But in no impulse
Is it what we share?
When we refuse
To speak
Words said
Moments undone
And expanse of growing voids
May someday be dust
To dust
As ourselves will be
Yet I shalt confess
For one last time 'fore
Finding deep solace in sleep.
..confessions straight from the heart....again and ....again..
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