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Dandelions
caught in the fog
that separates the distance between us
drowning under waves
waves that stir up trouble
slapping a desert with more dust
searching for the source
of talk that hurries and cowers
beneath the cloud of a rumor
before i can crush this weed
they pronounce it a flower
now i'm twisting and turning
waiting for this bond to break
bearing the consequences for words i never owned
and even after they scatter
they will move in on you and make themselves at home
a feeling that i will never shake
and the part that aches the most
forbids me to press rewind
because i'll never have control
we will see each other and squirm
the proximity will unabashedly take its toll
even as the way we were plays on in my mind
poem
by
Aria Siren
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