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I spoke it... the words fell out like splatters of paint...

did you hear it?......... I could have sworn you heard it...........

I crept into your mind and whispered my lament

each..... little ..... moment.........a chime..a tick.. a death..........

Ive lay in moons milk....weeping... for your touch.......

my gardens scorched from reaching for the sun...........

It is I that soothed you in your sleep........

then i spoke it........

i could have sworn you heard it.......

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