February 24, 2009
By Cecilia Stein BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
Cecilia Stein BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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Laughter fills spaces between us
Months of silence hang heavy in this humid air
A cloud of smoke fills my head
Lies are fed
And our Fingers thread
And I speak
But the words aren't mine anymore
They're smothered
And I'm waging war between body and a tired mind
I'm right but I'm wrong
I'm weak but I'm strong

This isn't fair
That I can pretend to just not care
All these thoughts might as well be mindless
So lost in laughter
That it's not funny

But I find
Nothing is better
Than to achieve some temporary peace of mind

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