(inspired by Shane McCrae's collection of poems "Mule")
There are things things things I cannot tell you
There are things things things I cannot tell you
I cannot tell you things like /Fear
cannot bare Fear yes fear fear is frozen
I listen to your words gifts behind glass
But I listen cannot touch listen
Frozen words
Listen to gifts burned from lips
I cannot have you but it doesn’t matter
You are real my muse.
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