Truce

now that, we have
spoken enough, some words
still playing in the head,
some still hesitant inside…
.
now that, i have,
uttered more bitter
than all lies,
some broken into tears,
some buried,
some in disguise…
.
now that, you have,
heard more noise,
than all the gibberish,
that i say,
some lay uncovered,
some not understood,
and some encased in hurt.
.
let Time come to truce
with situations,
and coincidence, cohere
to Fate.
Because icy presumptions,
need heat of love,
to still be breaking
into state.
.
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