How deeply dreams are woke before they are shattered  I can almost touch you feel your  burning arms    And then you say to me:  I cannot stay    Your words stab my ears Each mortal sound thick and full Each last letter bitter down to my stomach    I know you cannot stay But somehow  not hearing you say it … Continue reading Nepenthe

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