i miss caressing your body
and putting my hands
upon you like you are all
the beauty it knows of,
but your laughter slips
into the trap of silence,
sharp, ringing, omnipresent,
shaping the wounds
i suffer by being alone,
hanging to conceal the
vague dissonance and
the armor it bought
with it, a shot of pain in
this body of water, cloaked.
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