Silence
I could taste it from her lips, it tasted sacred when my kiss to her was sold
or was it the taste of my own,
Which poured the richness of my lips and used her lips as a cup only to drink of what I speak?
I've succumbed to silence even my own questions beg me for an answer
I will tuck in the sheets of silence till I am no longer meek
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