all_is_silent_underneath
blueberries for you
my
soul
is
a
nest
of
mice
silent
underneath
the
stacked
firewood,
soft
dry
grass
padded
by
tiny
concerned
paws.
pink
warmth
.
eyes
shut
.
mouths
open
,
but
too
young
to
give
utterance.
"
mother
,
give
."
my
hope
is
rich
blood
rnning
in
miles
of
veins
and
arteries
silent
underneath
my
skin
bringing
life
to
the
daily
struggle
with
depression
.
my
heart
is
the
sun
shining
silent
underneath
the
heavy
cover
of
rain
swelled
clouds
.
breaking
up
.
breaking
forth
.
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...
unhinged
like
the
still
ocean
on
a
warm
stirless
day
but
dear
my
heart
is
underneath
screaming
i
could
make
it
silent
still
but
i
am
still
content
with
the
echoes
of
my
screams
for
now
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...
frAnk
my
intention
is
silent
underneath
the
formation
of
words
like
blank
paper
that
will
soon
know
the
scribbling
of
a
pen
,
certain
movements
that
create
a
language
for
others
and
myself
to
read
.
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...
sylphide
Thank
You
frAnk
,
i've
spent
some
time
looking
for
something
to
blathe
about
today
and
was
unable
to
find
much
I
was
compellingly
relative
to
until
I
read
your
blathe
.
I
feel
much
today
like
the
page
unknowing
of
the
pen
that
will
scribe
on
it
...and
the
calmness
of
space
before
I
dance
within
it
..
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