I am familiar with the terrain of your shoulders
yet my hands have never known their country.
And I know what it is to watch you sleeping
because that resonant rhythm is my own.
The unheard words that you speak at night
I’ve caught each one, then opened my hand.
yet my hands have never known their country.
And I know what it is to watch you sleeping
because that resonant rhythm is my own.
The unheard words that you speak at night
I’ve caught each one, then opened my hand.
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