By kevin urenda
Date: 2 November 2000
the hearing
sometimes when you
speak to me
I can only hear the silence
in the adoration of your eyes
the look you used to
hold me with
like a blanket of armor
to ward off
the slings and arrows
of a cruelty I've
grown too intimate with
I wish I could hear
that again
11/1/00
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