And suddenly we weren't anymore.
A single heart broke.
A single rope tightened.
A single fetus died.
A single mother was diagnosed terminal.
This began our fall.
Our fall in the middle of summer.
We were all there for each other.
But none of us were okay.
We all knew in different ways.
The way our hands shook when we smoked.
The way our voices shook when we spoke.
The way our chins and lips trembled with tears yet to fall.
No, none of us were okay.













Comments
Nice poem though. Repetition didn't get overly boring or annoying (at least to me). It carries so many different pictures in its lines to fill in the entire story in small broken pieces. It just fits so well into the context.
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We speak in riddles
Expecting the world
To listen between the lines
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I support To Write Love On Her Arms
*RawEm0tion
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let's nuke the planet and dance in the fallout
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let's nuke the planet and dance in the fallout
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We speak in riddles
Expecting the world
To listen between the lines
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::Hauni::
"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person. "
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let's nuke the planet and dance in the fallout
--
::Hauni::
"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person. "
--
let's nuke the planet and dance in the fallout
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