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Talking
Here, the rain falls freely straight,
water between brittle stones,
crumbling blackened words
into your mouth. Daggers slip
between your fists,
a kind of skid surrendering bodies.
I close my eyes. Here, my
hands are cupped, curved to hold
silken holy-water,
that which purifies; what will strain.
I let droplets slip between
trembling fingers,
thimbles from pricking eyes.
I envision clarity, dissonance, from
our lips. I envision freedom,
hidden behind unsurmountable glass
walls. Here, your words are
blunted arrows,
fragile, brittle, fake. Definition
lost by binding sheaths. Thickened panes,
opaqueness a blinding mask.
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Sanjana enjoys writing poetry, especially when the words don't necessarily make grammatical sense, but make sense emotionally.