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I read each word

my heart

though I try to stop it

Pounds hard right out of my chest

my breathing

Becomes forced and I must make it methodic

if I am to read on

In your own way

of words

perfectly figured spaces

I am knowing you

Learning why your days nights

are lonely

Acceptable isolation you say

How you feel connection

Your words

Each one

So perfectly perfect

that my words

are lost

and no longer have the ounce of importance

I told myself they had

I get done reading

My muscles are sore

And my heart aches for you