a river of salt

a man without
a face

is staring at me


a mime without
motions

to set him free


he has no eyes
yet they

wade through my inner sea


without a mouth
he throws

harsh condemnation at me


without hands
he takes my heart

blood flows as rain


without ears
he hears

no growing pain


and he smiles

he smiles





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