armored by notes meant
only for your silence,
i offer the decadence of
my thoughts in your loneliness,
these tragic hands resurrecting
themselves in this poet's heart,
surviving through ink and pain,
carrying the flesh and scars
of your resonating hallow,
the bangs go louder as the
minutes hasten to tomorrows
stumbling upon a desire
that unfurls and decreates
itself in your sight.
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