Does it make it

hard

when worrying.

soft

when there’s nothing to talk about anymore.

easy

when all chores are done and got over with.

wet

if ever a time those lips do meet.

Why then this mind wont ever stop


when nothing ever starts between you and me.

When everything i kept inside me

never opens, only things get swallowed inside.

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artsydhude circa 2006

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