What he heard from the touch
was the space,
in between words.
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What he heard from the touch
was the space,
in between words.
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from the secret desires he wrote on the page
to the secret requests he kept in a prayer,
he had to runaway
to find the answers he couldn’t find at home.
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laying there folded up on the bed,
he regretted his life
for passing up
the colorful castles disguised …
as only a dream.
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bending down to fix
a broken dream,
he noticed bruises on his knees.
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hidden on the echos
repeating inside each soul,
are the finger prints
of our dreams.
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