the bond often leaves
malice in between lines of triumph and misery
showing sickness
shattered
left stranded
unable to chatter
with spiders
and band
from sitting in living rooms.
there's murmurs
behind me
or inside
so many silences
sit in questions
and I learn
private wants
are worthless.
create assumptions
after omissions
of lied truths
shut my mouth
smiling
and wait
for lots of
nothings.
Birth sign: Gemini
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