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Windows
Every night
Amongst the sea of sky
We open our windows
And look outside
Breathe in the fresh air
And look at the street
Where the bright streetlights
And the shadows meet
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Threads
Today I looked up
And tilted my head
What did I find?
A single blue thread
I reached up my hand
And closed my fingers around
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Conformity
Lined up
Like dominoes
Prepared to fall
Row after row
A different number
Each one holds
fated to fall
The future been told
So down they go tumbling
Following the tap -
What is love?
What is love?
Is it something so sourly sweet
Something where
Warm and cold meet
Is it knowing someones every move?
Their favorite animal
Their favorite food -
Understanding Silence
Not all silence is empty
It’s filled with soft murmurs
of the sounds
that can’t be heard
Silence is a gift
given by daydreams
taken by nightmares
drenched in a cold yet welcoming touch