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Breakable Silences
There’s silence,
As we float around the cosmos,
A little bearable,
As we absorb each other’s vibe,
A little unbearable,
As it starts to feel too much to handle.
Once we break it,
There’s no going back,
To someone we were before,
Because now we’ve spilled the words,
In the universe,
To be heard.
There’s no coming back,
From lands of lunar times,
There are no words better,
After silences,
Of the stolen time.
remembering apollo at 50 with this blog.
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