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I talk l e s s ,
you think -
I don't miss you anymore ;
the s i l e n c e ,
it gets louder -
I am scared ;
scared of
y o u .
I wonder ,
if you'd ever be able to understand
the fear within me ;
the thing is
I'm always saving myself .
It is s a f e r
loving you from a distance ;
it is safer behind the shield ,
it is safer being s i l e n t ;
it is safer from the shore .
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YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
