Tuesday, July 29, 2014


There are so 
many ghosts of
words and secrets,
leaded and heavy 
in my veins, 
and I am so afraid 
(yet paradoxically hopeful) 
that you'll feel them pulsing 
softly within the 
crook of my neck, 
or hear their whispers 
entwined with
the murmurs of heartbeats.

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