where_none_shall_hear
Mahayana
pressed
against
the
cold
reflection
breath
warms
the
glass
frightening
fragments
astounding
in
all
the
ways
nearly
close
enough
.
almost
so
my
lips
hear
the
whisper
of
your
skin
-
the
soft
voice
of
your
hand
-
all
the
undertones
.
but
i
never
touch
you
and
for
all
the
reasons
that
you
can't
quite
place
tonight
though
.
im
subsided
with
loneliness
and
the
unoccupied
heaven
of
your
neck
.
im
out
of
my
mind
with
your
body
.
one
more
memorandum
of
words
and
you
touch
my
eyes
where
they
rest
on
indications
of
you
.
you're
demonstrating
a
point
.
showing
me
how
escape
,
recovery
,
and
deliverance
can
be
extended
by
good
passion
&
conversation
.
it's
clear
that
my
sense
is
gone
.
abandoned
me
to
you
.
where_none_shall_hear
pressed
against
the
glass
020713
...
disappearer
where
i
will
have
to
go
to
shed
my
tears
020713
...
a clever disguise
my
safest,
most
comfortable
spot
of
all
time
has
to
be
bliss
hall
after
hours
hiding
in
the
room
with
the
baby
grand
.
I
could
play
and
scream
as
loud
as
I
wanted
,
no
one
could
see
or
hear
me
.
On
my
way
out
all
the
doors
would
be
locked
,
but
the
cleaning
people
knew
me
and
let
me
in
and
out
.
You
can't
get
alone
time
like
that
anywhere
anymore
(
or
at
least
I
can't
).
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