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One cannot communicate
If the words are incoherent
There’s so much distance
Between the mind and heart
Impossible to traverse
Communication a distant dream
Words create a haze
Unaware of the growing chasm
Only heard are echoes of agony
.
She took it in a positive way.
He called her ' A Model '.
She interpreted ' An exemplar '.
But he meant ' A Copy '
Innocence scrawled out on my blindfold,
"Unfair" whispered from within.
Two mouths moving, saying nothing.
Four eyes staring at the same painting, seeing different images.
Two hearts so submerged in ce
The poisonous fog clears and drips onto our worlds melting all that we've built, but instead of taking everything, it's waken us up.