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Spoken Word
I hold no secrets in my hands
You look and can see
if you have eyes
The tenderness languishing on
The palms;
They call on you at the proper times
When no one is watching
and then
In the morning present to you
A chance to prepare for more
More
My lips hold no promises
Like the sun rise
it either happens
Or it does not; then at night
When they whisper to you,
“I am here, and so are you,”
Both sides of our coins
can land
On their edges after leaving
Stressful games of chance behind
Never look at my heart
as something to be won
It will always
somehow escape the
Gift box without disturbing the wrapping
And steal quietly away
Replacing the weight and feel with
A facsimile object that
Will in the long run cause more pain
Than yours giving in to the freedom
Love missing the mark awards
Always hold my hand in the dark
Rarely will you ever
lie alone
Despite me
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