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By darwin Date: 2006 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.18.10.30.29348]] |
| Words fail me. They have left on a long winding vacation and forgot to take me with. Instead, they left me with this resounding silence that echoes back. Cavities and pockets holding onto words that never left. The images are there, constant stories and lines vividly replaying themselves. Silent movies, characters with their over exaggerated expressions. The ubiquitous oh on their mouth, surprise. My mouth stands slack with words spilling in my spit. The lines as it cascades from my mouth, tumbling to the floor. It’s in this waterfall that I found you. In the suppression of hope. The torment of my own walls. Now you ask for me to ride on top. My body finding motion when it can't find the words. Your cum snaking down my legs trying to find its way back to your skin. The tie that binds you and I. The stories we have yet to tell. We find ourselves without speech, reverberation of thought. We still find ourselves. |