the sounds of earth.

February 12, 2011

there is no love on the outside.
with nothing to hold, but this breath inside my lungs.
oh, i’ve spoken soft and i’ve spoken loud,
my words will hide, and never be found.
my eyes are set on an empty place.

nothing.

-hands: separation

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