to describe, I’d use vibrant colours
round words, no angles
softly spoken syllables
healing from within
deep, heavy layers of warmth and light
to soothe and let us be, not have been
one sip of this almost abstruse sound
and oceans of thought take flight
we were blind when we delved
and it took canyons, filled with wasted time
to realise
we slowly killed ourselves
when we starved each other
..
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