She sat in the silence
Like a turquoise stone
Material still
Shattering confessional
Icy breath it harkens
Evaporating on trust
A feed to logic
The last emotion we deceive
Belief if only to blush
Our inhalation
Of parallel Brooklyn straits
For a moment to erase our life
All its depth a hollow cave
He read her like a bird
On a solitary om'n
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