I have lost my voice
the words are there
but I write
erase
I have little choice
does that mean
my past is forgotten
that I no longer
feel
what I have seen
some other time
another life
where perfection
disguised
to never be mine
new empathy of face
feels natural
and safe
tenderness
promised with every embrace
take as you will
no borrowed words
a silent
promise
and no standing still
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