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Human Sounds
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Poetry these hearts
pretend, a constant voodoo drum
they beat like falling leaves on followed footsteps
the pulse of a forest fire
the sweet kiss of headless animals
hung, dripping black
blood and hungry bones
sing in human sounds
to take you where you should never go
in the dark country
the cold fills your lungs
like a ghost, an empty guest
women hold your skinny hands
men grow up in words
we want what we can break
we take what we can't see
inside these homes
when we are really alone
the kind of alone you never think about
when there's no one, nothing,
except you and the walls
girls tear out hair
boys cry so hard they choke on spit
the kind of alone when every flaw,
every wrong choice
eats away at you
the kind of alone when you finally break
and scream at nothing
at yourself
your secret skin
behind these walls
when we are most human
born again
