Breaking silence
We hurt each other and ourselves
When tears stream down smoothly
Our helplessness breaks mask
Our images stream down like tears
Holding reflections of broken thoughts.
We are trying to break silence.
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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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