often i keep my tongue still.

you speak and believe your

own words, but i don't even

believe mine. so how can yours

stay with me?

even when they imprint

themselves on my eyelids.

i feel vaguely empty. 

words are words are

words are words and

i feel hollowly without.

like i am not here,

and neither are you.

time is endless and

communication boring.

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