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[thebprt]

More poetry.

sometimes i wonder
if i could ever be
this loud
this brazen
wideopenandscreaming thing
as quiet as
the looseness of breath
in the cold loneliness of
having a mind without
thought
in this life with
its audacity to leave me
simultaneously
shivering with fever
as a dry leaf crackles
on a ground ripe
with words of uncertainty

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[muppet42489]

as quiet as
the looseness of breath
in the cold loneliness of
having a mind without
thought

i love that you can find that the quietness of some things makes up for the loudness of others; or maybe even that it is possible to find such sound in such stillness?