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Sensory Overload

What’s left of my mind when I open my mouth is the part I could never say. What’s left of my mind when you open yours is a place I hope we can stand. What’s left of my soul when you open my eyes is time soaring through blue brown skies. What’s left of my soul when you show me your eyes is a smile for your own, send me light. What's left of my heart when I open my ears screams revolting hot climate fear. What’s left of my heart if you’ll open yours is the part I most need to hear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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