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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